Life after Cancer Treatment
Cancer sucks. When I was 4 years old, my mom was diagnosed with cancer. The experts said she had less than a year. I remember being on the street, crying, on the roof of my dads car, screaming MOM!!!!! to the hospital, while she waived at us from a window way up.
My mom had 6 sisters, 3 died of cancer. She also had 7 brothers. One of them died of cancer. Shes been to more operations and treatments than anyone I know. Her breasts were amputated, as well as her ovaries and uterus. She also had something about her colon and one simple cosmetic thing on her face. (The latter had beauty purposes)
Right now, as I write this, Im 22 and very happy to announce that my mom is still alive and kicking. Awesome isnt?
Heres what she says to me all the time:
I didnt care what the doctors saidI had to see you grow up.
Youd be surprised if you saw her. For her age, she has a nice figure. She kicks ass in skiing and is very energetic, all the time. Since my mom is a walking monument of survival, I decided to ask her what her views on cancer are and how she managed to survive and maintain a smile all these years.