Have you ever been through something so terrifying, so horrific, that no matter what you do, or how hard you try, you will never forget it? I have. It happened to me late February of 2002. This was, by far, the saddest, most horrific time of my life.
In 1997, my father was diagnosed with Melanoma; a very serious type of cancer. At the time of his diagnosis, doctors told him that there was nothing that could be done because his cancer was so advanced. The Cancer cycle has different stages that start at one and go up to five, and his cancer was already at a stage three. When my family and I heard this news, we knew that we could not live with this. We could not accept no as an answer.
About a month later, my father started the treatment process. Although the cancer appeared not to have spread, the treatments didn't seem to have any affect on the cancer. Then, in 1999, it seemed that our prayers had been answered. I will never forget the message that my dad had left on my answering machine. He was full of excitement and crying tears of joy to inform me that his cancer has gone in to remission. .
He went in for his six month checkup and everything was still great. No cancer had been detected in his body at all. Then, in the year 2000, which was his one year checkup, he was informed that the cancer was back. It had been found in his lungs and all throughout his chest and neck. At first he thought that all hope was gone for his survival. He resorted to trying more experimental treatments. These treatments made .
him very sick. Although he would rather not have gone through more treatments, he did anyway for us; his family. Even though we were all still in high hopes, my father did not want us to know that he had lost all of his.
Then, on February 26, 2002, I had received a phone call from my father telling me that the doctors had given him three months to live, and that the cancer had spread to his brain.
