He tells me the cancer came back.

Only a few months later, the cancer came back. I was at my grandma’s and he came in crying and told me it came back. 

That was the first time I had ever seen him cry. 

It was then that I knew how serious it really was. At that moment, I had to grow up overnight because I had to take care of my dad. 

At first everything was going well, and even though the cancer came back, he was doing well. He had a lot of surgeries because he needed his esophagus stretched, but that wasn’t major. 

My dad being my dad he was still being strong and doing whatever he could to protect me and shield me from his pain.

My dad’s side of the family loves bowling, and even I do. During this time my dad joined a league with his brothers, and they won a trophy and some money. He was so happy. I thought things were going well because he was going bowling and golfing all the time.

What we didn’t know was inside his body the cancer was still growing. Outside he appeared so strong, but inside his body was fighting.

These ups and downs went on for two years.