Momma

Around April of 2010, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. I was at the peak of my Junior year and stressed with AP classes, grades, and your typical high school drama. Then out of nowhere mom had cancer. Bad news never has good timing. I'm not saying it came at an inconvenient time, just when it hit me, I broke down. I was powerless. I couldn't do anything. I almost gave up everything. School. Hope. Life. There was always the question why? Why her? Why not me? All my mother did was give and ask for nothing back, but yet she was given such a horrid, inhumane gift back. Bad things really do happen to good people. I was mad. Furious. I hated the world. Hated everything, everyone. I felt alone. I felt like no one knew what I went home to everyday. To see her lying there, in pain, hopeless. This wasn't my mother that I was used to coming home to everyday. But to this day, she hasn't once seen me break down. I have to be strong for her. It would be selfish of me to give up. That is why I have been to every single one of her chemo treatments and doctor appointments. And over time, if anything, it has made us stronger and closer. I have grown to appreciate the times we share together. She is my hero and the strongest person that I know. We can get through this together and there is no giving up hope. Currently it has been 1 month since I've seen my mom and dad. She and my dad are at MD Anderson Cancer Center to get her surgery and do 6 weeks of radiation. However, her surgery was two weeks ago today and after removing 32 lymph nodes biopsy reports back "all clear of cancer"(: She is very lucky woman and I couldn't be happier! I have so many people to thank who have thought about her and have helped me along the way. I miss her so much it hurts, but I know she is doing better everyday and are very happy that my dad is down there with her. I love you mom and your the reason I live on day by day in this endless sea of hope(: Miss you dearly.

           Love, your awaiting daughter