My Dad left when I was 4 and my sister and I were raised by my mom. She worked at a shitty job and struggled to feed and clothe us, but we never went without anything. She would go without a winter coat so that my sister and I would be warm.
When I was 14, mom was 40, she went back to college and now she's a teacher. She's an AWESOME role model, and as much as she still drives me crazy sometimes, she's the best anyone could ever ask for.
She was diagnosed with breast cancer this January and she's still undergoing treatment. She has a 30-50% chance of survival but her doctors are optomistic that she's in that group. She still has a tough road ahead but we're working as a family to get through it. I'm not ready for her to die.
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