my dream

Ever since my mother died of Breast Cancer it was my constant prayer for God to give me a chance to improve my economic standing and give me more success in all of my undertakings.

I am now busy learning all things about business.

I spend all of my time in this area.

This is the only way that I see better success on my plans of serving a better purpose.

One of it is a Cancer Foundation Named after my Mother.

Shes my inspiration to this and the countless Mothers suffering from the same Illness.

Some of them are Mothers that had been a good friend of my Mom.

Some are Mothers I met while shes on Her therapy.

I am aware of the Expenses of each Chemotherapy session.

And I know how hard it is to an average family.

Some even delay or lost all hope of healing. Some had never completed the therapy because of lack of financial support. Some resort to forms of healing without any medical studies and is proven risky.

Some resort to miracle.

This is not the kind of world that I wanted Mothers to be.
Not the kind of World for the sacrifices and gifts they have given to us.

But I am aware that it is a hard task to perform.
But this is not the time to give up.
The Hope is always present for me.
That help and opportunities will always present itself to its fulfillment.

I saw how hard it is both Financially and Emotionally to deal with Cancer.

I saw how hard it is to carry this burden alone.
How friends come and leave the scenes.
Some willing to help while some are afraid because of the monetary burden together with it.

I personally experience the sacrifices, but this is not a measure of how my mother carry it.
How her real feelings was?

From all of this, I also felt blessed because we were able to prolonged her life for another five years.
But I saw how other mothers failed to experience it.

May this dream be a dream of all who care for their Mothers.

Cancer had been my interest ever since.
I wanted to develop a drug or vaccine to help prevent or heal it...

I really feel helpless, about this and my mother's situation.
I am on my first year proper of my medical studies then and all I can Do is read and do my research.
And to my dismay all were dead end and experimental studies.

Drugs are just a life extension and are never an assurance for a complete healing.

The more I read the more fatal the situation of my Mother is discovered.
I resort to miracle and a continuous support to Mom and a placebo effect of some vitamins and motivation to boost her.

My mother is an intelligent woman and I know shes also making Her own researches.
I am aware that she has the idea of the situation, although we talk to her doctor not to mention those thing to her.

Although the course of the therapy is taking its toll physically. I am aware of the glow on her face in the hope of Healing.
I can sense the spirit and courage.
After the 6 cycles of Chemotherapy, things becomes like normal.
only with more faith and overcoming worries.

the diagnosis

My mother was diagnose when I was on my 3rd year college.
I am studying at a private school, and we were already given the estimate of each therapy session.
It was much for us especially with the changing business environment at that time...
This is an added burden for Her and my family.
I even volunteered to delay my studies, but She insisted not to.
I am prepared to do it but I am afraid...
Yes I continue my Studies.

After the series of Test and Examinations...
My mother's case was Malignant.
A STAGE III BREAST CANCER.

I made some research at the Library and the Prognosis Is 70/30
Meaning a 70% chance of healing and 30% chance to live.
I almost cried seeing these findings...
But I believe that A great Miracle will Heal my Mother.

We even tried Faith Healing Just to ease the burden of these realities.
She tried to take almost all recommendations of Cancer Wonder Drugs...
For years this is our life.

The first medical procedure was very devastating for her...
She undergone TOTAL MASTECTOMY!
Her Left breast was removed from her forever.
This left a large suture from her breast and a void physically and mentally.

We can really felt these effects on Her although she always wanted to hide.
We know how traumatic it it for a woman who Value Beauty to lose Her assets.
A breast and hair.
Things that define a Woman.

We can only comfort her and Do all the things and encouragement that we know might help.
But to no avail, we really never created the right words...

After the 6 months of treatment...
I can feel Her weakness.
The Stress was overwhelming.