I really never thought that I'd write something like this, but here I am and I guess that's okay.

So, mom, this is to you...

I want you to always remember that we're here. You have so many people by your side. You have an amazing sister. I mean, who knows where you'd be without her. She's been making so many calls and made so many notes to get everything in line.

And grandma, she's golden. She's a fighter herself, so we know you can do it too. She's the world's greatest blessing ever. The things she does for the whole family are crazy. She's always here to take care of you...and me, too, because we all know I'm not very good at buttering my own rolls and cooking my own food. She's got us all covered. So, grandma, thank you so much. Mom you're so lucky to call her your mom, just like I'm so lucky to call you mine.

You have the rest of the family; you have them to make you food (yay!) and you have them to send up prayers. You have amazing friends. The friends who have been checking up on you everyday are the ones who prove that your friendship means something to them.

You're so blessed with all these amazing people, and, well, I can't forget to say me specifically. I'm here, don't be afraid to make me do things. I'll try not to be such pain, but you know me. Even if you need just a Pop-Tart, I'll be right on it. We all love you so, so, so much. And we're here if you seriously need anything.

I know that you can do this. I don't have any idea what it's like to have such an awful sickness, but I do know what it's like to have an awful thing, 24/7. We're both fighters, like my friend said: "If she's anything like you, she's a fighter." Mom, look at me and how far I have come. I've fought and never stopped. For you. And you'll do the same. You'll fight for yourself and everyone around you. Giving up isn't an option.

I love you, mom.