Short Story

Alex Cundiff Short Story
This story starts about a year ago in the year 1979 when the polio was finally eliminated. There was a new disease that came into the United States it was called polo cancer. Now this was not just your normal cancer it slowly eats away your whole body literally. It starts at the brain and slowly eats your organs. There are only 10 people in the whole world that has it; you have to buy a very special medicine that is very expensive. I’m guessing you are wondering how I am drawn to this situation it’s because my dad had it his name was Bob. He was an average man, with black skin, dark hair, cut short, and he had one of the bushiest beards I have ever seen. But he was a hard worker his whole life until the polo cancer hit. What are the odds that he would get it out of the 5 that are in the U.S?
What started it all was he was passing out a lot; he couldn’t eat or even go to the bathroom. The first time we took him to the doctor they ran a bunch of tests on him. They never came up with a conclusion or what could be causing all of these problems. But it never stopped he could never do these things again. So we took him to a different doctor and they finally came with a conclusion that he had polo cancer. He only had 1 year to live, it was hard for us to accept it that he would be gone and out of our lives forever. But we accepted it eventually; it was hard though we watched him get worse and worse every day.
One day we were driving to the ball park so my dad could see his favorite baseball team one last time. Well on the way we saw a woman standing on the side of the road. Her car had broken down. My dad wanted to help her out so we did, he and I got out and we looked at her car to see what was wrong with it. Then all of a sudden we hear a screech of the tires she stole our car. I tried to run after her but of course there is no way I could of even got close to catching up with her. My dad all of a sudden fell to the ground. He started shaking he was having a seizure and a very bad one. I did not have a clue what to do, I tried to call 911 but I had no signal. All I could do was hold him down so he wouldn’t hurt his self as bad.
But there was nothing really that I could do, it was 5 days before the day my son was born. It was a sad day burying your father one day and the next your son is born. I named my son Bob after my father. It has been 19 years since my father has died, my son is average height, black skin, dark hair, cut short, and the bushiest beard I have ever seen.
A year ago I found out that I had polo cancer, but it has been 19 years since the first cases were found. They now have cures for this awful cancer, so looks like I am going to live for how much ever long God lets me. Today im going to go see my favorite football team play it might be my last one I get to see. As we were driving down the road there was a woman with a broken down car. I was driving and my son asked “Dad why didn’t you stop” and I said “Because it could of killed me”.