Living with Cancer
I was a year old when my father died, but it feels like I have lived with him until now, as if he wasn't gone for seventeen years. My dad died because of cancer, though I was still very young, I could still remember most of it that I spend time with him, especially when my mom tells me. I could picture the blood running in his nose and the pain he felt. I didn't understand what cancer was before. I thought it's just like fever or cold, but it's worse than any illness, it can take away your life. I thought cancer would leave our life, but it doesn't. When I was in sophomore, my uncle felt nausea and he felt wobbly. He thought that it was just because of over fatigue, so he just it aside, and then it happened again and he started to lose consciousness. When my mom and my aunt took him to the hospital, they found out that he was sick, seriously sick. My aunt's world shattered and ours too. Not him, too. Why in the world did Cancer always target my family? First ...