It all started a couple of months ago,when gaming became the last thing on my mind.It was at the beginning of April.I spoke with my dad for a couple of hours and he told me he isn't feeling very well.He had tremendous pain in the right part of the stomach,near the liver.I was of course concerned but he told me not to worry cause he's gonna make some tests.I have to say now,that my dad is a medical doctor.He knew probably what he had at the time but didn't wanna worry me perhaps.Anyway,he left the city,without telling me,to get some tests done.Also,my parents are divorced.Anyway,I could get a hold of him for almost a week,until,I finally reached him on the Saturday just before Easter.He told me he was operated at the stomach,he wasn't very specifical,but told me everything was ok.I wanted to go see him but he told me not to.I respected his wish.I called him daily for a week,until I could stand it anymore,and went alone by train to see him.He was in bad shape.He was thin before the surgery,but now he was incredibly skinny.I was worried,the doctor told me he has liver cancer.My dad didn't agree,he told me it was something else and that's what's causing him to be ill.I didn't know what to believe.My dad is a very known doctor in my city and he didn't want people to know he is ill.But the word came out and he was pretty mad that people knew.He stayed for a further month in that city,having some treatment,but mostly he took the medication he thought was good for him.He knew what he was doing.Everyone said that,so I have to believe he was a bloody good doctor.Because of the insurrance company,he had to come home,at the local hospital.He didn't want that,because everyone there knew him,as he was their colleague before he got sick.After a month of visiting him by train 2 a week,he came home after many attempts by ambulances and helicopters.He was hospitalized at Intensive Care,where not long ago he was Head of Intensive Care.He contiued with not telling me what's wrong.He kept saying everything is going to be ok.But he was getting worse and worse.I was of course worried.All my friends told me that I'm acting strange,they thought something is wrong with me.After he was hospitalized at Intensive Care,the whole town knew.He didn't like that.He didn't like visitors,he didn't want people to see him like that.All skinny and without any power,not being able to move in his bed.He told me one day that he has hepatocellular carcinoma.That is cancer of the liver.I told him to get some treatment but he said that he knows no one at Oncology.He told me he couldn't get a hold of anyone from Oncology to give him some treatmeant.I thoght he didn't want to and I was mad.One day,a nurse told me that he is very bad,and that he hasn't got much time to live.I was petrified.I knew this was coming,but I kept believing that he's gonna make it.He began not to be able to speak very good,he had trouble breathing and massive stomach pain.He began not to recognize people and forget things.This was for like a week.Then one day,when I got to the hospital,he didn't recognize me,he couldn't speak anymore,he had his eyes opened but was just staring.He was in a coma.I kept visiting him,believing that he's gonna come out of the coma.Saturday night,I went to visit him at about 23:00 and he was sleaping,actually in a coma.I went home,couldn't sleep and woke up at 5:00 in the morning.I couldn't sleep anymore and watched a movie,Angels and Demons.When the film was over,I heard my mom's telephone ring,so I went to stay with her,as I was alone since I woke up,and wanted not to be alone anymore.I thought that she's gonna have to go to the hospital or something as she is a medical doctor as well and she was needed or something.I got near her bedroom door,her door was opened.She told me: "A murit Liviu" ("Liviu died").I felt like falling from a tall building and hitting the ground.I made a few steps and fell on my knees.I was devastated.We rushed to the hospital,and the doctor who was on duty told us that his heart gave up.But he didn't die in pain,and that they gave him all the medication he ever needed not to feel the huge pain.That day was horrible.My grandparents from my mother's side came as quick as they could,as my father's parents are dead.That day was long.I took a pill to sleep but it didn't work at all.The following day was even harder,I had to take my father to a chapel,where people came to mourn him.It's a custom in my country.It was hard to see so many people come and give me their condoleances.It was a though day.Not many people came and I was worried for a while.Only about 100 people came.The next day,was funeral day.Probably the toughest of them all.More than 200 people came.The ceremony was long,and I hated it,cause the priest had a speech,about doctors and their roles in life.I hated that.I was always proud that my parents are medical doctors.I love that.And it was hard for me to hear all that.And hear from many people how my dad saved their life.It was a very though day.That night I took 3 pills but still didn't sleep.My dad had one big wish,to see me at 18.He wanted to see me with a driver's licence.That didn't come true.He died on the 21st of June at about 7:00 in the morning.He was born on the 29th of june 1949.He was 59.I was born on the 30th of June 1991.He didn't see me get to 18,and that is one of my biggest regrets,as I know he wished to see me grow up well.After his death,I am sure of some things.I'm not going to cry anymore,as I'm sure he didn't want me to be like this,he was a tough guy.I also know,that I have to work hard to becoma what he was.And one more thing,I'm going to be a medical doctor,becuase I was incredibly proud,that he was a doctor.I've learned a lot from him while growing up.I needed him the most right now,but I'm sure he's looking after me right now.Life is tough and unfair,but it teaches us things.I learned a lot,and I'm going to make him proud.

This is why I wasn't on GS for such a long time,but I we'll be back when I'm ready.

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