My mother first was diagnosed when she was 44 years old. She went through a masectomy, chemo and radiation. She was very sick and lost all of her hair. She made it through the rough patch. Then in her 5th year of remission, which they say is the golden year, they informed her that it had matastasized and it was all over and in her bones. She went through so much the first time and the thought of her having to do it all over again saddened me. She didnt want to give up, she fought with all she had until her port got infected and she had to have fluid drained from her heart and lungs. They told her that the could not continue with therapy until the infection went away and put her in hospice. She never gave up, even until her last breath. I saw her getting more weak everyday, in constant pain and she wasn't living anymore, just exsiting. Suffering was something I could not let her do any longer. So as a mother myself, I made the decision to stop the antibitics and let God take care of the rest. I live with the regret everyday of "what if I didnt take her off the medicine" I know in my heart I did the best thing. She is an amazing mother and the bravest woman I have ever known. I love my mother and I miss her every single day, it does get easier but, to me, the pain is still as strong as it was when she layed in my arms and passed away. She will forever leave behind her spirit in me! She left her only 12 days after her 50th birthday. I love you mom!

Lisa McIntosh
Tulsa, OK