My mom died when I was 18 years old from breast cancer. It was the summer before my senior year of high school when my mom was diagnosed. She was such a strong person. She went on with her life. After a tough senior year I graduated and become pregnant. She spent her time making blankets, buying things for her grandchild. When he was born she was in a different hospital and couldnt be there with me, but I knew she was "there". The first time she got to see my son was on her birthday. I took him to the hospital so she could see him. When my son was only 11 days old, my mother passed away. She never got the chance to spoil him and he didnt get to know her. However he sees pictures of her and knows that she is his grandmother. And my mother would have been so proud of my son. Whenever possible I buy pink ribbon merchandise to show my support. Thank you for letting me share my story.

Stephanie
Nebo, NC