My dad lost his battle with cancer. He had it since 1990; almost 19 years. His first doctor said that he only had 3 months to live. We were very fortunate that he made it that long. There is a big difference between 3 months and 19 years. My brother and I aren't even supposed to be here, since he wasn't supposed to have kids. He is missed dearly and we are always thinking of him.
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Okay, my brother came home from the bus stop alone, since I was at rehearsal. He knocked on the house door and there was no answer, so he decided to use his key. When he opened the door, he found my dad lying on the floor holding his stomach. He was mumbling, "I think I'm gonna throw up." So my brother helped him up to the sink and he threw up. My brother was scared so he called my mom and told him about my dad's condition and she rushed home to take him to the hospital. You may be thinking, "Why are you going to the hospital for vomiting?" Well, first of all, my dad has cancer. He's had it for almost 14 years. And second of all, my dad was having problems with his gall bladder. He was supposed to get it removed, but he refused to. He is still in the hospital as I am typing this and I hope he gets better.
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