My name is Mary and I'm 20 years old. I am Korean American, and was adopted by the most wonderful woman in the world, but before My mom was diagnosed with cancer 3 years ago I took her for granted. I got angry at her like any teenage girl would and sometimes wished she wasn't my mom. Then she told be she was sick that Christmas and my world came crashing down. It wasn't til then did I realize how important my mom really was or how strong she was.
You never know how strong you are until you have to be. Not once did my mom complain about having cancer or want people to have pity on her. Sure, she cried when she saw the scars, and she had to humble herself enough to let me play nurse for her and change her bandages and empty her drain after surgeries, but not once did she lose faith that she was going to beat this. She always said "Do not pity me because I have cancer, be happy that I'm still here fighting it"
After she was diagnosed she underwent surgery to remove one breast, the next Christmas she had the other removed, and that 3rd Christmas we were told it had come back, so she underwent her third surgery to have the underlying chest wall muscles and lymph nodes removed, then proceeded with treatment. February 3rd 2010 was her last treatment. After 4 bouts of chemo, 52 weekly infusions of herceptin she's done.
My mother has the biggest heart, loving me as her own flesh and blood, giving up everything to see me get ahead and being my inspiration to become an Oncology Nurse. She is my Hero <3
I believe in the cure.
Keep Fighting
Allendale, MI
