My Hero Narrative
Who’s your hero? Is it police officers, firefighters, or even a family member? Growing up, there was absolutely no one I admired more than my dad, he was my hero, my best friend, the ultimate supporter, and my whole world. Everyday it was my dad and I, taking care of the farm, riding horse, and just have always been with him. For a long time, my dad would have spells that he would be on the floor, in so much pain it took all his willpower not to show us how bad he was hurting, after a few years of this, and 3 times of us moving houses, my mom gave him no option but to go to the doctor. After careful examination, we got terrible news, because his tumor was noticed.
Many tests, and many a hospital stay later, came the surgery.... we were told to wait in a large room, smelling way too strongly of disinfectant and the smell of stale air that has been circling in the same, multi-level building, way too long. We wordlessly sat there, and waited, then waited some more, reading books, playing with my mom's phone, and trying to sleep, for what seemed like forever. Our whole family was there, back then, My innocent self thought it was fun because it wasn’t very often my whole family was …show more content…
On good days, we would get out for a walk, on average days, I would pull up the ATV and we would just take a drive, as he was not allowed to drive with his medications, and on bad, I had to play nurse, bringing his medications, holding his hand, and dealing with all the side effects of the medications, and slowly watch my dad, start to wither away. As the summer rolled on, the bad days became average, and the okay days became good, they just continued to grow
Many tests, and many a hospital stay later, came the surgery.... we were told to wait in a large room, smelling way too strongly of disinfectant and the smell of stale air that has been circling in the same, multi-level building, way too long. We wordlessly sat there, and waited, then waited some more, reading books, playing with my mom's phone, and trying to sleep, for what seemed like forever. Our whole family was there, back then, My innocent self thought it was fun because it wasn’t very often my whole family was …show more content…
On good days, we would get out for a walk, on average days, I would pull up the ATV and we would just take a drive, as he was not allowed to drive with his medications, and on bad, I had to play nurse, bringing his medications, holding his hand, and dealing with all the side effects of the medications, and slowly watch my dad, start to wither away. As the summer rolled on, the bad days became average, and the okay days became good, they just continued to grow