For the past three years, I have been trying to find a way to sit down and write into words about how our lives have changed—especially my dad’s. For the past year, I have been opening the same Word Document and making edits as I see fit. For the past month, I have been working up the courage to finally share my version of my dad’s cancer story. Cancer does not only infect the person it claims, it embeds itself in the core of the support system. My mom told me once, “The reason your dad is still here with us is because he never fought it, he went with it,” so I find the words “fight” and “battle” are not suitable to describe what it has been for my family. It has been a journey. A long day that felt like it will never end. A journey that when you think you see the light at the end of the tunnel, another obstacle comes your way. A lot can change in three years. Big life events like proposals, marriages, birthdays and anniversaries do not stop when you are diagnosed with ...
I cannot express how much anxiety I had going into one of my final semesters of my college career. Over the summer, everyone kept reminding me that the real world is right around the corner and that I either needed to get ready for a real job or to not stop school and to get a MBA. No matter what people told me, I freaked out at each thought. For me, school has not always been my forte. The first time my dad told me to get my MBA once I graduate, I thought he was joking. Don’t get me wrong, I love learning but after spending 17 years in school I could not begin to imagine what 2-3 more would be like after this year. That is when I started thinking I would get a job right after I graduate in the spring. I would not have to go to school anymore and could get a start in the big girl world with my new big girl job. Once I started thinking about my potential big girl job is when I started thinking maybe I should stay in school to get my MBA (the safe way out). I didn’t know what...