My mom, my Hero, my Everything

This is about me. Some people will think I'm writing this for pity and others will pity me but that's not what I want. Writing is my outlet. I don't really care what you think about story, if you like it that's great but if you don't that's totally fine too. To me it's much more than a story, this is my life. My life changed when my little brother was born. It changed again six months later. At the time he was born I was three and four months. Six months later I was almost four. My main concern was eating and sleeping. I already loved my parents, I can remember that much. Most everything else is a blur. My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer at age 35. It's a miracle she was ever even diagnosed. At that time women under the age of 50 were not allowed by their insurance companies to get mammograms. A mammogram is basically an X-ray of the breast to check for lumps and other abnormalities. My mom fought so hard to get her mammogram and it was a miracle and Gods grace that allowed her to have one. When the insurance company finally consented (after many threats of court and much praying) my mom was given the mammogram. A few weeks later the results came in and it was confirmed that she had breast cancer. They told her they had caught it early and that she would be fine. I just knew my mommy was sick. Even though I was young I have always been intelligent and my parents told me enough for me to understand what was happening. They promised me my mom would not die.