These past weeks have been strange for me. While I was very happy to work on po3. my mind was dealing with different things.

My mother - who's had breast cancer about 9 years ago and was cured from it - happened to have a seeding in her lymphs and liver in 2004. Her lymphs were cured just fine but the liver couldn't be treated directly. For several years she had tried all kinds of chemos and even alternative ways that were said to help fight against cancer. In the process she had a pulmonary embolism which almost got her killed. Honestly though, she fought so fiercely against each ailment she encountered. She was so strong, It was almost as if nothing could actually harm her.

She's the kind of woman no one would be able to hate. Strong and optimistic, always, Words don't do justice. Even when she was hospitalized in May again. This time because her spleen didn't work properly, caused by the sudden growth of her cancer. It's beautiful to see how admired she is by other people, as she motivates them with her optimism and lust to fight. Even though at that time she got to hear a very negative message. As my mother had tried about every single thing, the cancer had become immune for most treatments and there was only one option left. A new and very expensive product. My mother was released from the hospital and started using these medicin.

At first it seemed to work quite ok, but at the end of May the effects were so extreme that she had to be hospitalized again. She was in pain and things were looking worse for my mother. During this time I was extremely moved by the sweet things she did for everyone else while she was laying in bed, all weak and helpless. I've told her at times that I think she worries too much for everyone, and she should worry more about herself. So yeah, as time unraveled, my mother decided she wanted to be treated at home and eventually that's what happened. Being alone was horrible for her.

It's nice to see how my mother never lost her optimism and humor during this time. Even more, she never stopped caring about all of us, even though she was the one who needed care. She was the best mom in the world. I'm proud of her, and honoured to be her son.

Rest in peace mom. I love you.