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My Father, God's AngelToday the doctor told my family that my father only had three months to live. "The cancer is spreading faster then we thought." The doctor said grimly. "I'm sorry." he said as he walked out of the room. I looked at my father sitting there in his wheel chair. He had been doing great until about a week ago when he started to get tired extremely fast. When we first found out he had cancer we where shocked. He had never been a smoker and cancer did not run in our family.We found out he had cancer when we had to rush him into the emergency room at our local hospital a month before. He was having chest pains that he was normally having. But this time it was the worse it had ever been. My mother and I had waited outside in the ER waiting room when they took him back to take xrays of his chest. Everything looked fine the doctor had stated to my family. But they wanted to run more tests. My father was getting sicker as the days went by. We had no idea why. Soon the doctor came back into his ro