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When my father was home in between treatments, we tried to keep everything normal. My parents went to work, I went to school, they would help me with homework, take me to my friends, play games, and family dinners. I believe from my father being diagnosed is the reason why my family is so close and every minute we can spend together, we cherish.
The day I remember like it was yesterday was the day my Dad came home after his final chemo treatment. It was a sunny weekend day and since it was my Dad’s last treatment my mom wanted everything to be right when he got home so, my aunt and uncle drove him home from the hospital. I remember their silver, brand new, two door Saturn pulling into our driveway. My Mom and I met my Dad, aunt, and uncle outside. My father got out of the car smiled and said hi than moved slowly through the garage and into the house. He then sat on the coach and I remember just watching him sit there. He was not himself, look really tried, sick, and just not right. We asked him if we wanted anything and all he said was, “crackers and peanut butter”. I just remember being scared that he did seem right.
That day is one day I will always remember. From what I touched upon from that day of my father coming home from his last chemo treatment, really cannot even touch the images and feelings that run through my head when I remember that day.
I am very blessed that my father won his war against cancer and to have him here by my side on this very day. Believe. Believe. Believe. Believe.
This is a pretty awesome story. Funny how dads have so much impact; I know my dad had a profound affect on my life. He was recently diagnosed with prostate cancer. He had the whole surgery and everything. It's just a huge life-changer for everyone. I admire your courage to write about it. I think I have taken any worry about it and just bottled it up inside! Probably not the best thing to do, but, I am a man after all. Don't we just do that by nature?
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