Oftentimes, we are taught that the core essential in life is family. However, to what extent will we strive to protect and cherish our moments with them? Over the years, I watched my father’s grey hairs increase and the creases on his forehead multiply. Along with the heavy amount of stress, my father progressively became ill in 2009. I visited the hospital when he stayed overnight; he held a tight grasp upon my hand as he informed me what he was diagnosed with; lung and pancreatic cancer. This was the part of my life where I abandoned the thoughts of wishful thinking, and became a realist. After three months, my father, a 5’9 man lacked the ability to stand and was 95 pounds. I would sit in his room and feed him, and recite nostalgic stories I once heard from him. Due to his inability to respond, I cherished countless one-sided conversations with him; with hope that he could somehow be listening. I became his only companion besides his gurney and oxygen supply. Even so, it wasn’t enough time with him before he lost his grueling battle with cancer. While the regret I carry over this experience wears on me daily, it has become a fundamental part of my future goals. One day, I hope to change the world as a registered nurse. I have developed an affinity towards the idea of helping save lives and helping other people spend as much time as possible with their loved ones.