The next three hours consists of the most grueling moments I’ve witnessed in my mother’s cancer journey. I see her feel more pain than when she found the note my father left her the week she was diagnosed. I see more fear flash in her eyes than the time she was told her ovarian cancer had spread. I see her cry more tears than when she opened her closet to find my father had taken everything he owned and ran. And the worst part is, we both know she will have to go through this again tomorrow.
