It was a nice September day when I was fifteen years old. My parents told me they had something serious to tell me. My mind was racing. It could be divorce, but I didn’t think so, my parents are happy together. It could be that we are moving or someone close to me died. Then, they told me, that a couple of weeks ago my mother found out that she had breast cancer. I was scared and shocked. I had no idea what to think. I was speechless. I went down to my room that night and cried my heart out. I was so scared of what was going to happen. Just thinking about how my mom could die from this, was the scariest thing I have ever imagined, and it was like it was coming true. I struggled the next week, especially in school. I cried almost every night that week. My mother thought I had no emotion about it, but that was not true. I just didn’t want her to feel different. I wanted to treat her like she was normal. I just did not want her to feel like my whole life was changing because of her. The next couple of weeks my mother went through two different surgeries. Then she started chemotherapy. She started losing her hair. That was a real tough time in her life, she broke down, and I really had to be there for her. I told her, “Losing your hair is better than dying. You have had forty-two years of good and bad hair days. One year without hair will not kill you, but keep you around. Then you will have forty more years of hair.” After that she went through radiation. She is in remission and has to take pills for a few more years to keep the cancer away. It has been three years and she is clear from all cancer, but has side affects everyday from what she went through to get rid of the cancer. This is not the only woman going through cancer.