Several years ago when faced with my mother’s second diagnosis with cancer, my child like innocence melted away to the reality of mortality. I had to listen to her doctor say the words I never thought I would hear.
“This is a cancer that when it comes back, you might win a few battles, but you won’t win the war.”
I remember sitting in that tiny little white room with my mom trying so hard not to cry. Trying to be her strength and hope when inside all I wanted to do was scream. As the tears roll...