When I was about seven, I had a dog that my mother had had before I was born. I loved that dog. One day, I and my mother were visiting California. My dad was going to join us from the other side of the country, and the day before he left, that dog died of Cancer. I remember hiding under the bed when my mom was talking to my dad. I knew that dog was sick, and might die. It never really struck me untill I heard my mom sobbing. I remember that we hugged eachother on the floor of that hotel room. We cried for almost an hour.
I remember that on the day of the SW prerelease, I woke up early out of excitement. It was about 3:00 AM. I decided to peak into my parents room. To my suprise, they were awake. They were both out of bed, and told me that my beloved dog who I had ever since I was a baby was very sick. I still decided to go to the prerelease, because I knew the only thing I could do was pray for him. That night, the vet put him down.
About 6 years ago, my beloved mother was diagnosed with Breast Cancer. She spent two long years fighting the cancer. I was young, and didn't understand most of what was going on at the time. My parents never told me the gravity of the situtation. But still, I sensed something was amiss, though I never fully realized that she could die. After a long battle, she beat the Cancer.
Last year, it came back.
The docters weren't as hopefull this time around. They couldn't do some of the same treatments as before. The cancer has spread almost everywhere. Her armits have turned black. She is in the hospital frequently because she broke a hip, or got too dehydrated. She is feeling a little bit better now a days, but we all know that one day, she'll be gone. It is tough facing mortality on a regular day basis. My two best friends lost there mother to Cancer as well. It is very scary knowing that I'll have to face my teen years with out a mother. But this experience has taught me to be an optimist. I know that each day, knew medical advancements are made. Other people who have lived 14 years with the same diagnosis. I know that our time together is short, so I try to make the best of it.
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