When I think about bravery, two people come to mind: my mother and my father.
For one, they braved the unknown by immigrating to Canada in 1989
with both my brother and sister in hopes of a better life. They’ve sacrificed so much for my siblings and I just so we could live comfortable lives and not worry about how we’re going to get dinner on the table.
As I visit the Cross Cancer Institute several times a week, I can see that having cancer is not an easy thing. It takes strength and lots of courage to find the energy and hope to fight such an infectious disease. It definitely is not an easy thing and I commend all cancer fighters for being so brave to take on such disease.
I now see and understand what my mother went through and what my father is going through right now. It’s not easy having two parents with cancer but I couldn’t imagine how hard it is for my dad to fight this disease when my mother’s passing is still so fresh in our minds.
My mother was very brave. My father is even more brave. So when I’m faced with difficult situations, I ask myself, “What would mom or dad do?” Because the answer to that would give me the same strength and bravery my parents had to make any decision I may come across.
The other day I was on the bus and we drove by this girl who had used self-tanner only on her legs -_-’ Really proud of her for using it because it looked like a nice tan, but her ankles and feet were white compared to her legs hahaha (I know I shouldn’t laugh, but the…