“When things started to get closer to the end, I could barely keep myself together. I was only fifteen. When I saw my mom get rushed away in an ambulance covered in blood, I fell to my knees and said, ‘Please God, save my mother.’”
“The night she died, we were all lost. I couldn't think. The house was just quiet, and you wouldn't even want to get out of bed. As a daughter, losing my mother, my leader created a pain I can’t describe.”
“I’ve never seen someone endure as much pain as she did. I saw...
“She was in the worst pain I’ve ever seen anyone in. The worst I could imagine. We were at the house. My mom screamed for my dad. It sounded terrible. We ran to the bathroom where she was. There was blood everywhere. That’s when I called for an ambulance.”
“I ask everyone to leave the room. I lie next to her in the hospital and hold her hand. I whisper some of my last words to her. She opens her eyes, smiles, and I kiss her. It was the most precious kiss we’ve ever had. The doctors then stop the transfusions.”
“She would sleep all day at times due to the chemo and massive pain killers. One night, I woke her up around nine to have her eat something. She got up and went to the bathroom. I hear her scream for my name. I rush to the bathroom and the floor is covered in blood.”
“We walked out of the hospital. She fell to her knees in the parking lot and started to cry. She screamed to me, ‘I want to see my girls grow up! I want to see them get married! I want to meet my grandkids!’ That’s when I started to cry.”