When my dad got diagnosed with "Multiple Myeloma " a bone marrow cancer in my 4th grade year of elementary school, I did not know what my life was going to be like. At the moment I thought I would have to drop soccer, after school activities, etc. However, I did not have to. My dad said that even though things may become more tough within the years we did not have to change our life for him. I continued playing soccer both recreational & competitive, both indoor and outdoor soccer. I still did after school activities. I still remember to this day I would wear my soccer practice outfit , pads, and cleats into the oncology unit of my dad's doctor's office as he was getting chemo and right after we would head to my soccer practice and he would be assistant coaching my team. Walking into the oncology unit where people were getting chemo was tough, I would be sitting next to my dad doing homework as I saw the chemotherapy going into my dad. The nurses were nice and always talked to me, and it was great to see them take good care of my dad. Also I remember when I was playing a competitive soccer game indoors and I saw my dad in the stands wearing a mask, because at the time he had a low immune system and the littlest germ could be a health risk for him so wearing a mask had helped protect him from sickness. I also remember going from school to the hospital to see my dad, walking into the oncology unit in the hospital was the most nervous thing I have ever experienced. Seeing my dad in a state of him having little to no hair, stuck in a room with IVs , and connected to multiple tubes that were sending medicine to his body. He was connected to so much medical equipment that it was tough keeping a smile on my face when all I wanted to do was cry and bring my dad home. Not being able to see him in his hospital room because I was sick with a cold was tough for me. Also having to wash my hands before I could see my dad was an experience that I thought I would never come into contact with but it was the most nerve-racking thing I ever had done. Seeing doctors and nurses come in and out of my dad's room was nerve-racking too, I thought they would say I had to leave the room or my dad was having medical issues and they had to work on him but none of that happened. The doctors were just checking on him and wanting to say hi and introduce themselves to my family. Moreover, there were those times I would have to help pick my dad's clothes out for him or bring his clothes back home from the hospital to get washed in the laundry. I still remember the day I had to drop my dad off at the hospital for his first night for a month or two to get his stem cell transplant. That night was emotional for my family and I. On that day my family and aunts had lunch in a cafe in the hospital. This was the last actual good food my dad would have before getting admitted into the hospital. That day/night my family was very emotional and all I wanted to do was cry and have my dad home, but I could not bring him home. I remember those days going to the hospital and the joy on my dad's face when I saw my dad was amazing, his smile and him talking to me laughing and joking around always made me feel happy and better knowing he was doing well. I remember my dad brought a lot of white paper so I could draw him pictures and he could put into his hospital room. He would always ask me how school was going, how soccer was, and how my friends were doing. He would face time us or call us. My dad would help me with my homework through the phone, text, or facetime. I remember when a family friend or an extended family member would bring us to the hospital and every time the song Cupid Choke Hold came on the radio I would get emotional because that song was the song that played when I went to the hospital to drop my dad off the first night he was admitted to the hospital. Those endless nights where I was afraid my dad's doctor would call us saying something went wrong or something happened to my dad was nerve racking and scary however those things did not happen. Those days where I had to clean my room and help clean the house for my dad's homecoming was stressful but also awarding knowing he's good enough to come home. Those days when he was at home and he got sick a lot and his hair was coming out still and he was tired a lot which was tough to see but knowing he was home was joy to my heart. I can also recall my dad playing with his hair and pulling it out so he could have the couch to himself. That was always fun to see my dad joking around. However, in the years to go there were those days my dad had to be rushed to the emergency room for side effects from chemo, to low blood sugar attacks , and to those days where he had to get blood transfusions and chemo transfusions. Despite all the medical things my dad has been through and fighting this cancer twice, he is a strong guy and all of these events that I have experienced made me a stronger girl today. No matter how bad or how good something is I will always be strong for my family, friends, and my dad. There is always a positive lesson learned from a negative experience.