Cancer is the overgrowth of cells that can be either operable or deathly, if they are operable the cancer can be removed by removing that part in which the tumor is grown and then various rounds of chemotherapy, that is if the tumor is found on time. In other cases the tumor is found to late and the results are deadly, and thought it turns deadly sometimes, it can be fixed and people fight it off and survive what they like to call a battle.
I have seen this battle first hand, from bottles of medicine, to chemotherapy, to surgery various times. On a rainy April afternoon 2012 my mother walked into my room as I did homework, she looked at me until I turned and asked her how she was when she looked back at me with almost compassion I could tell that something was wrong, she looked at me and said "so I went to the doctor today" to which I answered "yeah I know" she didn't say anything she looked at me almost willing me to ask her what they said, so I asked, " what did they say?" she looked at me and said, "they said I have ovarian cancer," I sat there in shock, trying to understand what she told, the next day I completely broke down. I could tell you that story by heart, each time a little part of me dies a little more.
Before my mothers cancer our relationship was strained, I never really talked to her and I acted like any teenage girl, attempting to rebel against her, I always felt that she was ruining my life. It took me seeing her at her lowest having to carry her to the bathroom to understand how much my mother truly meant to me, no one ever tells you how much a mother- daughter relationship can change someones world. My mother is my best friend and I could not imagine my life without her.
After the first surgery my mother was diagnosed with cancer two more times. Each time made her look older, and more tired, each one making her look more sick. My mother has been at her lowest and has still attempted to be the best mother she could be to me and my siblings, cancer is a hereditary thing within my family, my mothers father had it and now she has it, luckily my mother lived my grandfather did not. My mother lost her father when she was 13 and I could not imagine losing my mother even if I wasn't that young. Today my mother is healthier and happier, each day I see the strength that she had when she was fighting the cancer, there are many woman out there fighting this disease.
This month we celebrate a very specific type of cancer, breast cancer and although, the cancer my mother had was very different, like these women that beat this cancer everyday my mother is a fighter. Remember to wear pink in honor of breast cancer awareness month and appreciate any mother, sister, aunt or grandmother you have because you never know when it might be to late.
