It's my father's death anniversary today, it's been 14 years since cancer got him, I was only high school then when it happened.
I can still remember how he suffer because of that ailment, my dad is a though person despite of his having that killer disease he never lose his determination and hope that sooner he'll get better.
After 3 years of fighting for cancer and after the series of chemotherapy his weak body surrender he can’t tolerate the pain and effect of his therapy sessions, he had an attack so we rush him back in the hospital and seek for help but that moment even the highest dose of morphine sulfate doesn't work for him anymore, then we are advice by his doctor to stop his chemotherapy session and bring him back home. Because their medicines and therapy can’t help him anymore and there is nothing more they could do for my father so we decided to bring him back home.
He was sleeping while we are going back home,
my sister's and I were crying while we're in the car but my mom remain strong and quiet she told us to pray, praying is the only thing we can do for that moment.
The next day everybody was surprise because my dad ask for his favorite food, after eating he ask every bodies presence he want us to be at his side while in the room watching T.V, I feel a little bit scared because its very unusual for him to call us all when he is watching and most specially when he is in the room.
I can’t stop my self from crying, when he look through us one-by-one with a sweet smile on his face and he whisper “ I love you all” the entire room covered with silence, and my mom embraces my dad… I can never forgot this words that my mom said to my father..
She whisper “Dad I know you gone through many pains, after all those years of fighting I know your tired, I know your worrying about me and to our children but we can‘t stop the will of God, Daddy keep on praying lift up everything to Him the Lord knows what’s best for us. I love you”
then she cried, we all cried after hearing what my mom said. That was the first time we saw her crying. We all decided to sleep together in their room so that what ever happened we’re all their, at around 6 o’clock in the morning we woke up I saw my father’s leg dangling at the side of the bed, and my mom is sitting at his side crying and said “daddy is gone, he left with peace, he never wake us up coz he don’t want us to see that his suffering” then she cry a river and we all cried…
Until now I can’t stop my self from crying every time I remember my father and how cancer took him away from us.
If there’s one thing that cancer has taught me it’s that Life is short so you make the most of it while you’re still alive, you’ll never know what or when something as terrible as cancer will hit you, so while you’re still okay ,do what will make you happy.
Take care of your self coz your self can’t take care for you.
