7th blog

When I was a child my father told me "Superman does not get sick" referring to himself as Superman. The oblivious child I was believed that he could never get sick and nothing bad could ever happen to him. After all he was my superhero so it was believable that he couldn't get sick... Until he was diagnosed with cancer. I was just five years old and did not understand why daddy was also so tired or why he couldn't come outside to play basketball with me and my brother. When my mother informed me that my father had cancer I could not comprehend what that truly meant until she explained that daddy was very sick. I was angry with him because he always said superman could not get sick. The cancer was like his kryptonite. The cancer morphed him into a stranger. He was so tired all the time, never came to play with me and my little brother, never held my new born brother and constantly away at "work" which actually meant the hospital. I didn't know what happened to my superhero. As the years went on and I finally discovered the reality that my dad was no superhero and he could get sick just like everyone else we restored our bond. He may not be a real superhero but he still is my superhero.