My Father once told me, "Life is too precious, it's not about the bad times, it's about remembering the good times through the bad." Often I remember my Father when I was young walking around the living room with his arms flexed. I'd say to myself, "Here comes Hercules." My dad was the strongest man in the world, completely unconquerable. Yet, the image I had of my Dad's strength began to crumble before my eyes when I found out he was diagnosed with cancer.
             Before my Dad's surgery, the doctor prescribed him medicine that immensely lowered his weight. Also, my Dad's appetite and sleeping habits became less and less. He was being stripped on his strength like a massive sturdy building being demolished.
             Surgery day approached, and the fear for my Dad's life was pulsing through my body. After the surgery was over, the doctor said, "All of the cancer has been removed, but he will have to go through chemotherapy. This will be the hardest part of your Father's illness."
             The six weeks when my Dad went through chemotherapy treatments was the most horrible time of my life. Seeing my protector lying sick in his bed was unbearable to swallow.
             One day, my Dad awoke from a nap looking livelier than usual. He patted the bed gently; then, softly told me to sit with him so we could have a heart to heart. I curiously asked him why he looked better than the weeks before. He replied, "Even though I am at one of the lowest points in my life, I think about all the positive things that have ever happened to me and it keeps me going. I am never going to give up and surrender to negative thinking. I will be as strong as ever when I conquer this illness, and I WILL!" I could do nothing but stare in the distance with tearing eyes. How could someone be so positive at a time of such suffering?
             My Father's strong will power gave him a new found strength, and it is th...