A Punch to the Gut
It happened last February while I was on vacation with the kids. My sister called urgently, telling me she was flying to California to save our dad. He wasn’t feeling well, and we didn’t yet know why. Dad, who was always strong and resilient, never really believed in doctors, especially in the United States. But this time, things escalated quickly: hospitalization, kidney failure, and suddenly, we were all drawn into a frightening new reality. My brother, who lives in Peru, stepped up to manage the situation. Amid the confusion, the decision was made: the best place for treatment would be in New York. My mom, dad, and brother embarked on a journey to bring him to treatment—a tumultuous journey filled with pain and uncertainty. After a series of tests, the news hit us like a punch to the gut: Dad had cancer. The ground beneath us collapsed, our breath was taken away. But the doctors reassured us: “This is treatable. Everything will be fine.” We took a deep breath and began the treatment...