A Story of Loss and Hope

When I was fifteen years old, my dad got sick. All of a sudden he was feeling terrible with a sinus infection that wouldn’t go away, and he was vomiting. They admitted him to the hospital for some tests. Those days are sort of a blur, I think that my mind has blocked a lot of it out to protect me, but I do remember some things. They tested him for tuberculosis, which came back negative. Then, cat scratch fever. I remember coming home from the hospital one day after running the tests for cat scratch fever, but before we got the results....more