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would talk all the time and she just looked at life in the shoes she were currently in. She couldn't get past the fact she had cancer and then she couldn't get past the fact that her grand kids probably thought she was a monster. I pleaded different with her and told her that you are still the same person just with a much bigger purpose than someone who doesn't have cancer.

My mother eventually got over those thoughts, until having her breast removed. After getting her breast removed she began to go down that road of guilt, and pain. She would tell me her breast were her best attribute, that my father liked, and she feels bad that she can no longer have a trait that her husband has loved for almost 30 years. She soon began to get over all the facts that she was faced with, after many heart felt talks with me, and encouragement.

My mom then came to a point to where her hair and health started to do very well. She was coming to a place where she believed that God had healed her from cancer and that it was over. I have to say it did feel good that my mom felt this way and you could see it in her new energy and not the least to say her new short hair cut, it looked good on her. She began to pick back up with daily tasks like driving, cooking, cleaning, and of course her passion church, and crafts.

Although I would love to write next that, that's the way things are today they aren't. After a couple of months she started having pain in her back so after about a month results came back and they were positive. When my mother broke the news to me it was heart breaking. She said that it was ok and she was ok more than anything because she had left it in God's hands. We soon after started having talks about her being on chemotherapy and treatments, and she had become comfortable about the fact that she was going to lose her hair again. It frustrated me that she had to go through this again, but I knew If she had left it in Gods hands then I should too.

My mother soon after started going more and more to the doctor. Her hands and feet started to become dark around the nails, and her nails began to turn yellow. She then one day after a treatment started to cry and I said" what's wrong now?" and she replied my Cancer is terminal. Not understanding what terminal was exactly I asked, "What is terminal cancer?" She said that it had traveled to her organs such as her liver, and lungs. That day my heart dropped after realizing the words that she had told me. It meant that there

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