This is a horrible subject for me. I still tear up or cry at least once a week and probably will while posting this.
My mom had breast cancer for 19 years, pretty much my entire life. She was only 54 years old and she was taken away from me and my 1 1/2 year old son (at the time). She went through just about every different type of treatment they had out there. Last September they finally said there was nothing left to do and that we'd be lucky to have her until Christmas, and we weren't that lucky. She went from being the crazy mom on the sidelines to being unable to even shower herself within a few months. She past away October 23th, 2008.
The sadest part of that entire night was while she was suffering, she had repeatedly asked everyone (besides me) where my son was. I didn't think she was going to go and didn't want him to be around all the depression. Well when I got wind of it, I told his mother that he better get here within the next 15 minutes or I was going to go crazy. He showed up and kissed grandma when he got there. Not 5 minutes later she pasted away. My son kept going up to her and kissing her. Now he has to grow up with the person who he loved more than his parents and he won't even remember it.
Yes, now I'm crying at work.
I really hope everything goes good and she turns out well.