I found myself sitting in a hospital waiting room on a sunny afternoon. Pacing around waiting for news of all kinds. Nothing amused me as much as what I was about to hear. As my mother came out and told me the news, tears streamed down my face. It was then that I realized something that I would cherish for the rest of my life. We must never take our time for granted; we never know what the future holds. Time passes faster than we all think sometimes. I remember very clearly how we found out my father had cancer. Three Thanksgiving days ago he was vomiting constantly, it wasn't a normal flu, it was violent and projectile. My father didn't even eat in front of his family on Thanksgiving, he was afraid of getting sick. Sometimes my father literally had to run to the bathroom. People were asking me what was going on and I honestly didn't have an answer, we had no idea it would turn out to be anything serious. I would wake up in the middle of the night to the sounds of my father getting sick in his room. Upon entering his room to see what was wrong, I found him with both hands over the sink, dizzy from constant vomiting. One morning I looked at my father and I could tell that he was starting to lose weight faster than before; This lasted about two or three weeks until finally I had to drag my father to the doctor. I said, “Dad, you’re going to the doctor one way or another.” His response was that he knew it was time but he could tell something was wrong. I was always so scared because I slept like a rock that I never wanted to fall asleep calling his name if he needed help, it was one of my biggest great fears. The day of my father's appointment, he was immediately set up for a telescope, which would pass through his body...... middle of paper ......r the incredible bond I shared with my father. My dad was definitely my hero, he went through so much but he never gave up, it still amazes me every day. Knowing that someone went through such pain and agony just to be there for you as long as they can is one of the most selfless things in the world. Exactly a month later after the operation, my father died of a hemorrhage. My father was on the mend and there was no cancer in his body when he passed away. I believe my father's cancer changed his life in more ways than one. My father gained faith, something he struggled with since he was younger. I believe everything happens for a reason, we don't always know those reasons but that's the whole point of life. It taught me to see the light in the darkness, the good in the evil. I know my dad lives in a great place now, there's no doubt in my mind.