by Taura Gooder

Created on: June 12, 2008

At the precious age of 14, I lost something that meant the world to me. I lost a friend, an enemy, and a soul mate; I lost my mother. She had been sick for 7 years before her fight finally ended. When my mother, we'll call her by her first name "Donna". When Donna developed cancer she was only 32 years of age and still had her whole life ahead of her. She was fun-loving and a strong willed young lady, nothing could hold her down. Or so she thought... Donna had 3 children Mark, Steven, and myself Taura. She was a fighter though at 32 she was told she had 6 months to live. What would you do if you heard that news? I know what I would do just simply cry and have no desire to move on. But she did the complete opposite, she struggled to just stay alive. For months she was on Chemotherapy and even went under the knife for 17 hours to have the cancer removed from her body. She did it though she beat cancer and gained the name of the walking miracle in her church.

In 2001, however she was a 38 year old woman who had a constant battle everyday to stay out of pain. She began to pop morphine pills like it was nothing just to make herself feel good for only a few hours at a time. In cancer it seemed like nobody but the disease could fully reap the benefits of life. Donna's one hope was to be able to see her youngest which was me graduate from high school then she would get the satisfaction of knowing her job raising her children was finally completed.
Donna however, never got the chance to see me graduate high school. I can remember everything just like it were yesterday. Donna was put into an induced coma and fighting for her life. Her enemy cancer had returned and this time it would not be as easy as the first to get rid of. Donna was put on life support to sustain her life so her family could get the chance to say their final goodbyes before she passed. I was there the whole time wit
h my dad and my two brothers, and slowly witnessed her decline. The first thing to go was her bowels and then she couldn't breathe, so a breathing tube had to be inserted. I watched everyday for two weeks as my mother and best friend was vanishing into thin air.
The doctors decided that enough was enough and Donna was to be taken off of life support, so my family and I discussed it further with the doctors and agreed she had suffered long enough and it was time for her to be free and be in a place where pain itself can no longer engross her being. We took her off the life support and for

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