I Know Why The Caged Bird Doesn't Sing

My dad has stomach cancer. At the time of diagnosis, the doctors said that is covered 75% of his stomach lining...This morning my mom gave him a bowl of githeri (beans and corn, in this case sauteed with onions and mixed veggies). I was so proud of him, eating the whole bowl because eating has become a problem again...It broke me to see him cry over eating because it was so painful...He showed me where they point the laser during his radiation therapy and the port for his chemo....He does the radiation therapy for 45 min, them goes for the chemo....After he did this, I then understood why he was so resistant to fight in the beginning...He was the one who endured the pain. He was the one who they told that the cancer had covered most of his stomach. He was the one who was misdiagnosed by his endocrinologist. He was the one who felt his weight plummet. He was the one who felt his skin change. He is doing well now, there are signs of healing and loss of cancer cells, but the little struggles that make up the big struggle can make life seem very hard...So now I know that equal respect should be given to the Caged Bird Who DOESN'T Sing....