It sucks sometimes. MAJORLY.
You see. My father was re-diagnosed with prostate cancer June 2013.
He was of the 20% it comes back to those who seek and complete treatment.
He did everything possible to prolong his life, though he was told it was terminal.
The one thing he would not complete is chemotherapy.
He stated that if it would make him live, or a possible chance of living he would.
But, because he was given 1 to 2 years, he wanted to live the best he could.
That was until January 2014.
My step mom had the symptoms of the flu.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Nothing concerning until she got extremely weak.
That’s when my father, because of his cancer and could not pick her up, called 911.
The ambulance came and took her to the hospital.
In less than 24 hours, she was gone.
No longer breathing.
24 hours and POOF.
A phone call that same day.
The doctor said they needed to talk to my father in person.
My father declined, but knew something was wrong.
He requested to tell him via phone.
Cancer test results were in….
6 months or less to live.
Right in the gut.
I’m 23 and all this happens at once.
See you see, I know everything happens for a reason,
Can’t I get a break, even just a few days.
After this my role as a daughter changed to a caretaker.
I quit my job.
I became a fighter.
And sometimes just wanted to scream myself.
Running errands, helping with paperwork, you name it.
It’s never easy being the youngest, especially when your father is older than most.
He never quit fighting, wanted to, but didn’t.
He was an amazing man and dad to three special children.
I’ll never forget him. Nor my step mom.
I know now they are somewhere making everyone around them laugh out loud.
I just hope now I can get some peace and keep being me.
Live for the day.
Live for the moment.
Because I’ve seen at 23
all it takes is less than a minute
to change everything in one split second.
Now it’s time to write.