Today is the first day of Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Seven years ago, my mother passed away after a 20-year battle with breast cancer. I was in the 9th grade of high school when she was first diagnosed. She was in remission for some years, but then it came back when I was in my 20s. My mother and I were close at that time, but I was so afraid of her dying that I pulled away from her emotionally. We were never the same again.
She went back into remission for about a decade after that and then she was diagnosed for a third time. When they found it this time, it had metastasized and it was only a matter of time. She suffered, I mean SUFFERED for the next 3 years. She was on a pain patch, she lost her voice, her bones were in constant pain because of the cancer that had invaded them.
I will never forget the day I sat with her when her oncologist told her that there was nothing else they can do. My mother cried like a baby. I watched my mom cry like a baby… I can’t stop the tears as I am sitting here typing this and reliving it. My cousin Patrick was there too. My dad and brother were at the Doctor’s office. Patrick and I stayed with her at the house because she was too weak and in pain to go.
One of the reasons I am passionate about supporting people who want to become doctors, researchers, and other STEM professionals is because I want us as human beings to understand disease more, to care for people going through the treatments more effectively, and to prevent the suffering that I watched my mom endure.
God bless all breast cancer survivors, warriors, and angels.
Raising the STEAM with Ross
Today is the first day of Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Seven years ago, my mother passed away after a 20-year battle with breast cancer. I was in the 9th grade of high school when she was first diagnosed. She was in remission for some years, but then it came back when I was in my 20s. My mother and I were close at that time, but I was so afraid of her dying that I pulled away from her emotionally. We were never the same again.
She went back into remission for about a decade after that and then she was diagnosed for a third time. When they found it this time, it had metastasized and it was only a matter of time. She suffered, I mean SUFFERED for the next 3 years. She was on a pain patch, she lost her voice, her bones were in constant pain because of the cancer that had invaded them.
I will never forget the day I sat with her when her oncologist told her that there was nothing else they can do. My mother cried like a baby. I watched my mom cry like a baby… I can’t stop the tears as I am sitting here typing this and reliving it. My cousin Patrick was there too. My dad and brother were at the Doctor’s office. Patrick and I stayed with her at the house because she was too weak and in pain to go.
One of the reasons I am passionate about supporting people who want to become doctors, researchers, and other STEM professionals is because I want us as human beings to understand disease more, to care for people going through the treatments more effectively, and to prevent the suffering that I watched my mom endure.
God bless all breast cancer survivors, warriors, and angels.
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