The Day My Father Was Diagnosed With Terminal Lung Cancer

May 21st 2004, the day my father was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer, and was given 2 months to live. I still remember like it was yesterday when my mum came stumbling into my room pushing the door open like she was angry at me, when I came to the realisation that something wasn’t right I had to pretend like I was okay and strong enough to get my family through this chapter of our lives. â€Å"You understand what your father has been going through lately† cried mum. I shook my head, trying not to speak because if I did I knew it would end in tears. â€Å"We have 2 months left with your father† these words barley made it out before her head caved into my lap in dread of what was to come. As I patted the back of her head my little brother who†¦show more content†¦I’m hurting too, does she not know that? It’s like she has left all of her responsibilities up to me, the cooking, the cleaning, being a role model for my brother. At night I hear sobbing through the walls and I’m unable to comprehend why us, why my family. What have we done to deserve this? Did we deserve this, or was it just fate? A week after I started doing night shifts at the restaurant, I had been late to school every day, sleeping during the day and working at night. I’m over worked and underpaid. It’s amazing how they give awards at school for best attendance, but not for keeping your family off the street. I’ve started to slowly forget what it is like having a ‘normal’ life. I’m 15 years old with the responsibilities of my 48 year old, ‘so called’ mother. Life was just falling downhill. It was a peaceful Sunday in the restaurant, nobody had come in for a while. It had just turned 12:30 and one of our regular customers had come in. I never really took noticed the person, he would always wear a hoodie that covered his face. He seemed so †¦ mysterious. So I decided to make conversation, seeing as I was bored. Once I talked to him, everything in my world once again, changed. Jake McFallin, was like no other boy. He was a hopeless romantic, disguised in ragged bad boy look. We started talking, for hours on end. Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks