Perseverance Is Wrong
We constantly hear stories of the terrible things going on around the world like wars, diseases, and natural disasters. People never believe that their lives are going to be impacted by these events, however, I was wrong. When my father was diagnosed with cancer it completely shook my family. The moment my parents broke the news to me is still crystal clear in my mind. To this day I can't imagine how much courage it took for them to tell me. I was thirteen years old and I was back for spring break from boarding school. My parents sat me down and began to explain the circumstances of my father’s condition. They told me that the doctors were able to catch the cancer at an early stage, but there was no guarantee that my dad was going to make it.
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There is no words to describe the heartbreak and despair that I felt during that moment. Deep down I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. However, I knew that I had to be strong and show courage.
For as long as I can remember my dad has been the athlete, the health enthusiast, and the rock in my family.
When people ask me who my role model is I instantly think of my dad. In my opinion, nobody can compare to my father. While he was fighting cancer, I told myself, “There is no way he is losing this battle, he is too strong.” People constantly told me to expect the worse, however, I knew that he would pull through and beat cancer. My dad had always been there for me while I was growing up, at that moment I knew it was my turn to be there for him.
Perseverance is by far one of my dad’s most admirable qualities. My dad has gone through multiple ups and downs during his life, and he treated cancer as just another curve ball life threw at him. He understood that cancer wasn’t just affecting him, it was affecting my whole family. I always thought of my dad while he was going through treatment, and he was aware of that. Therefore, while I was way at boarding school he called me every night. He always wanted the conversation to be focused on me, he didn’t want me to worry about him. I cannot remember one moment during my father’s fight with cancer where he showed weakness in front of me, he always persevered through the pain and
misery.
When my dad started to receive treatment for his colon cancer I was expecting a change in his positive attitude. People usually say that the darkest moment of fighting cancer is in the middle of chemotherapy. I was always waiting for my dad to break down, or show some sign of weakness. However, that moment never came. When I was home from boarding school my dad would always ask me to go play tennis or throw the football around. He said this even the day after receiving chemotherapy. In all honesty, he looked like superman in my eyes. Another unbelievable feat about my dad's fight with cancer was the fact that he did not tell anybody besides his family. Nobody even suspected a thing, cancer had no major physical changes on him, he did not lose his hair. My dad did not want people to feel bad for him, he wanted people to treat him the same. My dad's battle with cancer felt like it lasted years, but it lasted only one. When my dad completed his last session of chemotherapy my family acted like we just won the lottery.
While my father was fighting cancer he taught me many things that not many parents can teach their kids. He taught me to never give up, and to always persevere. Perseverance is by far the quality that I admire the most in my father. My father would always tell me, “Andres I promise you that I will not give up, I will never stop fighting.” Instead of locking himself in his room and sulking, he would go outside and play with my brothers and I. He claims that cancer truly made him appreciate life and living it to the fullest. My dad persevered through all of the pain and misery that comes with cancer, and did not take any pity from other people. As a result, whenever I complain I feel guilty and think of my dad. I say to myself if he can defeat cancer without telling other people, then I can solve my own problems without receiving pity.
There is no words to describe the heartbreak and despair that I felt during that moment. Deep down I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. However, I knew that I had to be strong and show courage.
For as long as I can remember my dad has been the athlete, the health enthusiast, and the rock in my family.
When people ask me who my role model is I instantly think of my dad. In my opinion, nobody can compare to my father. While he was fighting cancer, I told myself, “There is no way he is losing this battle, he is too strong.” People constantly told me to expect the worse, however, I knew that he would pull through and beat cancer. My dad had always been there for me while I was growing up, at that moment I knew it was my turn to be there for him.
Perseverance is by far one of my dad’s most admirable qualities. My dad has gone through multiple ups and downs during his life, and he treated cancer as just another curve ball life threw at him. He understood that cancer wasn’t just affecting him, it was affecting my whole family. I always thought of my dad while he was going through treatment, and he was aware of that. Therefore, while I was way at boarding school he called me every night. He always wanted the conversation to be focused on me, he didn’t want me to worry about him. I cannot remember one moment during my father’s fight with cancer where he showed weakness in front of me, he always persevered through the pain and
misery.
When my dad started to receive treatment for his colon cancer I was expecting a change in his positive attitude. People usually say that the darkest moment of fighting cancer is in the middle of chemotherapy. I was always waiting for my dad to break down, or show some sign of weakness. However, that moment never came. When I was home from boarding school my dad would always ask me to go play tennis or throw the football around. He said this even the day after receiving chemotherapy. In all honesty, he looked like superman in my eyes. Another unbelievable feat about my dad's fight with cancer was the fact that he did not tell anybody besides his family. Nobody even suspected a thing, cancer had no major physical changes on him, he did not lose his hair. My dad did not want people to feel bad for him, he wanted people to treat him the same. My dad's battle with cancer felt like it lasted years, but it lasted only one. When my dad completed his last session of chemotherapy my family acted like we just won the lottery.
While my father was fighting cancer he taught me many things that not many parents can teach their kids. He taught me to never give up, and to always persevere. Perseverance is by far the quality that I admire the most in my father. My father would always tell me, “Andres I promise you that I will not give up, I will never stop fighting.” Instead of locking himself in his room and sulking, he would go outside and play with my brothers and I. He claims that cancer truly made him appreciate life and living it to the fullest. My dad persevered through all of the pain and misery that comes with cancer, and did not take any pity from other people. As a result, whenever I complain I feel guilty and think of my dad. I say to myself if he can defeat cancer without telling other people, then I can solve my own problems without receiving pity.