Its Winter out the Cold wind cuts through my sports jacket thats obviously not made for this weather. It was a week day like any other I had just missed my first class of the day but its okay because I was attending a community college and lets be honest you dont need to attend ever class to get the grade. As I close the door to my car deemed "Papa French" I look up to my friends new house I was never truly used to entering and walked inside. As I walked downstairs I see Rockband set up and waiting to be played while waiting for the next class to come. See any other time this basement like anyones had bad reception, but on this particular day I got a phone call that came in as clear as the sweat that dripped down my palms from playing the guitar. I felt the vibration of a my phone, as I reached into my warm pocket I looked down at the vibrantly light LCD screen and noticed my Mom was calling me. At the time I was more worried about escaping the noise of Iron Maiden in the background then about what she had to say. As I answered the phone I ran toward the back door and said the usual greeting but not even a few seconds later I knew something was wrong. My Mom seemed extremely quiet and trust me thats not her or anybody's Mom really. As I walked up the stairs to open the door the cold winter seemed really presistant that day. "whats going on I asked her?" after I asked this question time seemed to stand completely still at this point absolutley nothing else mattered to me. "I have breast cancer" she replied softly yet reluctantly. I was absolutley speechless. I had nothing to say, what could I say? What could anyone say? I stood outside and tried to comprehend what was by far the worst news Ive ever recieved in my entire life. No matter how hard I tried I couldnt seem to grasp the concept of what was just told to me. No words can possibly describe exactly how I felt that day. I was angry but who was I angry at, God? What good was that doing me? I was sad but hopeless I felt as though there was nothing I can do. I really do not recall the rest of the conversation after that was said because I was in shock. All I know is I didnt want to hang up the phone because I felt as though as soon as I stopped talking to her that Id be lost and I was. At that point I just stood there feeling so numb and deaf to anything going on around me. Parker then came out and asked me what was wrong and again I just couldnt seem to say it because It didnt seem real I was ready to wake up any moment. I finally found enough cold breath to get out the slightest description of what my mom had just told me. After I told him he proceeded to hug me and Ill never forget that because it meant so much to me to know that someone was going to be there for me and I wasnt alone. I wasnt alone and neither was my Mom because I was determined to do anything I could to make it right for her again. As the months went on it didnt get any easier my Mom eventually began to loose her hair. It was a beautifully perfect mix of blonde and brown hair that drapped slightly below her shoulders. I think thats what hit her the worst more than anything else at this point our family felt like it was at an all time low. What was she supposed to tell my 7 year old brother why her hair was gone. He's not going to understand right? Wrong he was a huge key factor in the recovery process he was there for her every step of the way doing anything he could to help while standing 48" tall and keeping his head up as high as he possibly could. I could honestly say he probably took it better than I did haha. As time went on my Mom went through many dangerous proceedures and surgeries but our family still stood strong as she battled and stood face to face with something nobody should ever have to deal with.
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