October 5th, 2021 was the day my whole life changed. I was a sophomore in high school with no worries. From going to class to having soccer after school, to hanging out with friends on the weekends. My life was pretty carefree until it wasn't. My dad had been diagnosed with colon cancer at the age of 44. I still remember my parents sitting me down and explaining what had happened. As a 15-year-old girl, I was not sure how to react. How do you react to someone telling you that your best friend for the last 15 years has a deadly disease? It did not feel real, it was almost like I had been dreaming. My dad and I have always had a tight bond, we did almost everything together. He taught me how to ride a bike, kick a soccer ball, and was always there when I needed him. So when he got sick one fear would be that he would miss so much of my life. There is a constant fear that he will not make it to my graduation, will not be there to walk me down the aisle at my wedding, and to meet my children. A month after being diagnosed my dad had his first surgery on November 5th, 2021. This was his colon surgery to get rid of as much of the cancerous mass as they could. He was in the hospital for around three days before he came home to recover. Those were the hardest three days my family has gone through. Seeing your mom come home from the hospital sobbing because she did not want to leave him there alone, is something a daughter should never have to witness. I was a kid but I had to be the strong one. Not only for my dad but also for my mom. November 24, 2021, was the surgery to get his port implanted. After repeated scans, they found that the cancer had spread to both his lungs and his liver. December 6, 2021, was his first round of treatment, which totaled 23 treatments. After his first round of chemo, the doctors discovered that the masses were not shrinking like they had hoped. So, in June 2022 he started radiation. Finally, something had shrunk the masses in his lungs enough for them to go in and remove them. However, because of the positioning of some of the tumors, he would need multiple surgeries. His right lung came first, on February 8, 2023. There they removed all but one mass. His second lung surgery in April was canceled because of the progression in his liver. On April 7, 2023, my dad hesitantly started his second round of chemo. I say hesitantly because he no longer wanted to do chemo. He did not have much energy and seemed depressed. The first round took so much out of him, and he was constantly sick. Seeing him go through that was so hard, that I did anything I could to not be home. I knew he needed me and my help, but I could not see him like that. He is now waiting to enter a clinical trial in two weeks. Seeing my dad, my best friend, honestly, my hero so sick and so depressed has been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with. No matter how hard and how much pressure it may put on me, I know that he has it 100 times worse. He will always be my priority and the strongest man I know.