It was 1999, February 28th ;also my brother's birthday when she went to God. She was diagnosed with advanced breast cancer.It presented a view of life that we hadn't had to consider before. Each day took on a special meaning for each one of us. It was important for us to make every day count. My brother was 12 years old and I was 9 years old; I didn't understand at that time that she would be leaving us forever. My mom was very young .When my Mom first found her lump under her armpit she let it go cause she didn't know it was cancer she thought maybe it was some scar tissue or a swollen lymph nodes, cancer never once crossed her mind. Later,her lump was the size of a baseball and the cancer had already started spreading to her other breast ; treatment began right away but it was the last stage of cancer . She received the best treatment from the doctors they did what they could. With every Chemo, my mom started losing her hair. Though it was very hard for my dad- he remained strong and hopeful. Her golden heart stopped beating when she was 32 years old; growing up without her is very hard. She truly was an amazing woman, a principal of a school, a teacher , a programming student, a business woman,a good wife, a strong and loving mother, helpful and cheerful who always had smile on her face no matter how difficult it was for her. My mom's sister came to our place that day to wish my brother birthday, and our mother's demise was hidden from us. Later, I remember my dad took my brother and me on his lap and tried explaining it to us (my brother who was 12 started crying but I didn't understand that I will never see her again - I was just 9) . I miss the special thing of life that is mother's love, many times I just wish if I could run to her and hug her.

Anonymous
Kathmandu, Nepal