COMMENT | Putting your life on hold while a parent fights for theirs

COMMENT | I almost lost my father again. It’s happened countless times, to be honest.

I don't talk about my father's illness that much. I don't talk about how watching my father being sick for such a long time really affected my childhood, adolescence, and now, adulthood.

I never talk about how much seeing him fight for his life broke my heart and is still a deep place of pain for me.

Every time I leave the hospital, which became his second home for almost 20 years, I wanted to break down because I always knew it could be the last time I saw him.

I hardly ever speak about my family's struggles, mainly how I, an only child, deal with this. I never liked being cracked open, but they say that's how light shines through.

When I was six, my father became chronically ill. With diabetes came multiple...