My father was a hard worker and never a day went by that he didn't provided for his family. He was always there for my sisters and I. We always had everything we ever needed. The last years my father and I became close since my sisters lived a little far and I was the only one who lived close enough to take care of him and my mother. I moved them close to me knowing that it was going to one day be important to be close enough to take him to doctor visits and make small decisions on his behalf. All in all he was doing great until he started to get sick in January and refused to get an MRI which would of shown the cancer was present. Instead he suffered in silence until it was to late . When I took him to the hospital he only lasted one week. My father the strongest man I knew was not strong enough for this horrible CANCER !!