My mom
My mother is beautiful. I feel so proud when people tell me that I look like her.
She's had cancer for more than seven years now, since I was in sixth grade. I have always been so proud of her strength.
But the other day, I was walking when I realized that my mom is now fifty and has had cancer for more than seven years. The other day was the first time that I thought she might never be healthy again. This scares me.
The only thing that frightens me more is that I tried to remember my mom before she was sick... and barely succeeding. I don't want the only memories of my beautiful mother to be when she's sick. I want to remember what it was like waiting for her coming home from work, when she hasn't been able to for five or six years.
I'm scared for her for the first time since I was eleven.
She's had cancer for more than seven years now, since I was in sixth grade. I have always been so proud of her strength.
But the other day, I was walking when I realized that my mom is now fifty and has had cancer for more than seven years. The other day was the first time that I thought she might never be healthy again. This scares me.
The only thing that frightens me more is that I tried to remember my mom before she was sick... and barely succeeding. I don't want the only memories of my beautiful mother to be when she's sick. I want to remember what it was like waiting for her coming home from work, when she hasn't been able to for five or six years.
I'm scared for her for the first time since I was eleven.