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A short story about my mother.

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A short story about my mother.


Submitted:Aug 18, 2012    Reads: 1,300    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


It is probably one of the most common things said in the world, but my mother truly is the greatest. After losing her first born at 35 years old, she and my father decided to give it one last try and were successful. Almost 23 years ago I was brought into this world and thanks to mom, I have been completely spoiled ever since.
My mother was originally born in Liverpool, England and by the time her first birthday rolled around, her parents had decided that they wanted to move to Australia. After a short lived couple of years in Perth, Australia, her family once again wanted to pack everything up and move back to their homeland of England. After living some of her teenage years in England, her father, who was involved in the Navy, received a job opportunity in the United States which marked their final chapter in Liverpool.
Being that my mother had to once again move to another country, it came as no surprise that it was once again going to be a challenge. Especially since she was in the midst of her teenage years. But, being the strong willed person that she is, she overcame adversity and fit right in amongst her piers.
Fast forward a few years to my time in the third grade, my mother was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma cancer, which was in the form of a golf ball sized tumor on the right side of her neck. After going through surgery to have the tumor removed, my mom then needed to stay in Los Angeles for a few weeks for radiation treatment. In the midst of her treatment, my mom received a call from my dad in the middle of the night. My dad was having a heart attack! Not knowing whether to stay and finish her radiation treatment or leave treatment and go see my dad, my mom decided to wait and see how everything would pan out. Thankfully, my dad would make it through a tripple-bypass open-heart surgery and find his way to a full recovery like my mom did with the cancer.
One night when I was about 16 years old, I received a frantic call from my mom asking me to come home. When I got home, my mother and father were waiting for me in the living room and that is when they broke the news to me. My mom had been diagnosed with cancer for a second time. While having a Hysterectomy procedure, the surgeons found an immense amount of cancer floating around my moms organs. They needed to act fast and get a plan going immediately before the cancer spread any further than it already did. My mom went through months and months of chemotherapy, losing all of her hair and getting sick almost daily. Once again though, being the incredibly strong person that she is, she got through it all to make a full recovery.
Surprisingly enough, since then, my mom has been diagnosed with cancer and additional two more times coming to a total of four times now. All of which she has beaten! My mother has been dealing with "the big C" for about 15 years now which is about 2/3 of my life; I hardly know her without it. the most important thing though, is that she is okay now, and she is! My mom has embedded a, "never give up" type of spirit in all of us and I am truly honored to call her mom!




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