My father died when I was 16. He was only 53 and struggled with a debilitating illness, Myasthenia Gravis, for most of my growing years and during the prime of his life. I was only 5 when he had to stop practicing as a surgeon at a local hospital and most of my memories are of a father that was physically weak and struggled daily to live his life in a dramatically different way than what his dreams were. It affected the whole family, my mother and five siblings. This is a memory of mine as his daughter.
