“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.’”
“When we all got to the hospital, she was screaming with pain. It was so loud, and I was so scared. I felt helpless! Nothing I could do would stop her pain. All up to this point my mom wouldn't let the thought of losing to the cancer enter her thoughts. It gave me confidence to see her so strong.”
“But at this point, she couldn't take it anymore. She held my dad's hand and said to him, ‘Maybe heaven won’t be so bad.’ That’s when I knew it was over.”
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