The Greatest Fear Of Death

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October 23rd 2012, I had to face my greatest fear. The fear of death. The fear I might lose one of my wonderful parents. It’s something that I did not choose to face, or even want to anytime soon. I couldn’t have faced my fear without the help my mother, who probably needed me more I needed her.
Coming home from school I would run upstairs, take a nap, and then start my homework. That is what happened every day for my ten years of schooling.
This early October afternoon, it was a little different. I pulled into my driveway and saw my mom’s Acura. Confused, I went upstairs to see what she was doing home. She normally didn’t get home until 7pm. I walked in to an “Ohh ahh,” sound. My dad was helping her into bed, while fixing a bandage around her chest. I stood there with a puzzled look on my face.
“Hello, what are you doing?” I asked.
“I had a doctor’s appointment today. I went for my mammogram, and they found a lump in my left breast,” my mom answered back. “A lump? What kind of lump?”
“Dr. Roxanna said we don’t need to worry,” she replied “it could just be something small from the implants.” How could I not worry? Being the 16 year old that makes everything dramatic, I went and called my sister Shannon crying hysterically asking if she knew anything. I was so scared that my mom could die, and that’s all I could think about. I didn’t even know if she had cancer yet, but I acted as if she did. Two weeks later, my mom called older brother Jake and I down stairs. There

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