My Mother, My Friend

My mom has been through a lot with me she got me healthy even if she was sick during the time I was a baby, She has helped me with my reading and writing disability and has pushed me to do my best. She is a strong confident woman that is loving she loves to attend to people and has a great smile. She has shown me that even if times are hard you have to bring your head up and raise it high. I maybe a mama’s boy but my mom is one of my greatest role models and people I admire.

​Your mom is your best friend, sister, and your whole life. She helps you be successful and always wants what’s best for you and your future. Mothers choose to go through tough times and rocky roads just to make sure that her off sprigs are in a good shape and are in excellent health. Mothers would kill to see their kids in the best condition. If it means that they should give up on them, they would! If your mother is around be appreciated for what you have and thank god that she is

I knew that my mother needed a solid support system and optimism in the atmosphere, so that is what I gave her. My mom would struggle with making meals like she always used to, found it hard to go to my school activities, and seemed to be a completely different person because she was so physically drained. It was incredibly hard to see my mom in so much pain. I would stay home to be with her because I hated to leave her alone. My mom getting cancer made it hard for me to focus in school, sports, and I failed to be a typical teenager by not being with my friends very often.

When I was a sophomore my mother was diagnosed with cancer and as a result, I have spent most of my college career dealing emotional with the result. She is free of disease as of right now but it was a long and tumultuous journey to get there. I practically spent 2 years without a mother because she was so sick and I had to take her role. I organized family events, cooked them meals when I could, did their shopping all while going to school three hours away and having constant fear that my mother and the love of my life was going to die. That is only my personal struggle with it, not even taking into account her trauma or my fathers or brothers. It almost seems selfish to reflect on this because it was nothing compared to what she was going through. I went through stages where I was horrified and so scared and then I was angry and selfish. I wanted my mother back, I wanted her to make me dinner when I came home from college and send me care packages again. I wanted her to go shopping every weekend like she used to and spend money on things that weren’t hospital bills. I wanted to call her and hear something other than how she couldn’t get chemotherapy that week because she was so weak and was rushed to the hospital for a blood transfusion. I was tired of talking to people about it and people asking if I was okay. I felt like a broken record, “Yes, I’m okay. Yes, school is

Its tough you know, knowing that you know your mom looks up to her mom so much but she knows that she's going to pass away soon. Thats one of the reason why my mom takes so much pride in cooking and everything she does. My grandmother is a very special person, not just because she is my grandma but because she made my mom who she is and my mom made me who I am today. I wish my grandmother could live with us so my mother would be more happy and maybe have some comfort knowing that my grandma is here safe and in a healthy condition.

My mother is someone I always look up to; she has put in great effort to be such an inspiring person. She has worked twenty-seven years as a committed dental hygienist, and has volunteered as a Cub Scout, Girl Scout, and 4-H leader for over twenty-five years. I have followed in her footsteps, dedicating myself to 4-H, being an active member for nine years and an officer for five. My mom has taught me so much and is one of my best friends, but

There have been a vast number of lives that have touched mine. Many different people have shared a piece of their soul in my formation. However, it is my mother who is the most important and most influential person in my life. My mother raised me by herself since the day I was born. My father was abusive and she left to make a better life for the both of us. She has worked as many as four jobs at one time. My mother wants to make sure my brothers and I have a better life than she did. It hasn’t always been easy for her, taking care of us on her own, trying to pay bills and making sure we had everything we needed. My mom has always had us involved in sports at a very young age. We always were doing something or involved in something

My Great Grandma was my best friend, I’m not sure how else to describe our relationship. She was someone I looked up to and hoped to be like when I grew up. She taught me a lot about life and how crazy it can be. Whenever I have tough days I replay her encouraging words in my head. Towards the end of February of 2013, my family received a call from my Great Grandpa to inform us that my Great Grandma was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. We found this out only a few weeks before we were supposed to head down to Arizona to visit them for spring break. Our family didn’t know how severe it was going down there, we came to find out she was genuinely unhealthy. She didn’t want to leave her room, she didn’t want to complete simple tasks, she would tell

With those statistics, my mother would not see me graduate college, or get married, or have children. With those statistics, my mother would not see my little sister even graduate high school. With those statistics, my mother could no longer grow old with the love of her life. At first, I was furious. My mother had already led a life full of pain and now she had to endure one of the most deadly forms of cancer. I had never imagined a life without my mother around, and now my vision of the future crumbled. My obsession with social status dwindled when I realized that there was much more to life than having nice clothing. I no longer cared about "fitting in" or "looking cool". When my mom, who had absolutely no symptoms for her cancer, discovered her illness, I understood that we will all eventually die. I no longer had an invincible mindset that most teenagers have. I began looking at life from a different perspective. I realized that there was no guarantee of happiness in this world. I learned that if you wanted something, you had to fight for it. My mother now had to fight for her life. For six months, my mother bravely battled through

Her passing has made me learn so much about myself and recognize what is truly important in life. I think about everything she has taught me or had tried to teach me all those years. I recall and replay her advice and knowledge inside my head like a broken record each time I am feeling super critical about my decisions and myself. Now that she is gone, I wish I could do it all over again and be a better son growing up. Even though I think about that on a regular basis, I have to remind myself that what done is done. She loved me no matter what. Use what I did growing up as a reminder to move forward and be successful. Most of all, I will always remember my mother for doing everything in her power to keep me moving

It's hard losing your mom because you feel like you have lost everything. My mom wasn't just my mom she was my bestfriend she always knew how to cheer me up and even though she didn't have very much she still went out of her way to make sure that me and my little brother did. My mom was a strong person but the sickness

I was 9 when my mom received the phone call from her oncologist – he was fairly positive that she had breast cancer. Cancer. I remember feeling so hopeless and afraid – how could I live without my mother? How could I stand by and watch her die, unable to do anything to help? Even until today, I still remember the feeling of desperation and hopelessness

I can still remember vividly the day my mother passed away. My mother passed away at a critical point in my life when I was seventeen years old from a short term illness. She was sick for a week and I remember thinking this could be serious, however, my mother declined to go to the hospital because of the distance and financial hardship. I had loss my father when I was three years old, so my mother was a single mother. I have step sisters and brother, but I was not particularly close to them. Losing my mother was a defining moment in my life for it changed my life irrevocably. I was devastated, but I had to become strong, proactive and it spurred me to choose a new career path.

I will always treasure those valuable times that I spent with her, but day by day, I noticed how she started to communicate less with me. I eventually had an idea that she wasn 't doing well. Eventually, I found out that she got diagnosed with cancer. I got a call from my mom, she had explained to me what cancer is, and that my grandma had it. My mom never came home that night for some reason. Instead, she called to say she loved me, to keep the house clean, and take care of my sisters while she was at the hospital with my grandma, and while my dad was at work. I had to prepare dinner for my family, take care of my pets, help my little sister with homework, and keep the house clean. These were the new responsibilities that I had to take care of. I didn 't think that a ten year old girl could be responsible of these types of things, but I was, and my family counted on me. While my dad was always at work, it was hard for me to take on these new challenges in my life, but it makes me work that much harder, knowing what she was going through. I tried to visit her every chance that I could, so that I could talk with her, but she wasn 't the same. I would always come into her bedroom, and she could barely get the words out. This made my heart heavy, and I would cry during these tragic moments. My mom, being a nurse, would help her every day, and my family would come visit her in the hospital. We would bring cards and

Every January brings a horrendous memory for my family and myself. January being the month, in which my sister passed away, unexpectedly taken from our lives leaving behind the heart broken, chaotic, and depressed husband, parents, and family members. No to mention, the care, love, and tenderness that this new born child would be in desperate need of, where would one begin to manage such a tragedy, to pick up the pieces left and go on to love and care again.