Sep 26, 2009 - 11:24 am
My name is Devan, and I'm 19 years old. I lost my mom to stage iv colon cancer nearly 3 weeks ago. She was diagnosed in Oct of 2008 with it in both her colon and her liver. It later spread to her lungs around August of this year, and she lost her battle a month later on September 5, 2009. This past year has been such a rollercoaster ride for my family and me. My mother was such a strong and independent woman, but the cancer robbed not only her strength but also her joy and spirit. I'll forget all the times I held her hand and rubbed her arm as she cried and got angry about her sickness. It just wasn't fair for her. She was in her prime, just 50 years old and about to retire. Thankfully she was able to retire on her birthday Aug. 19, 2009, but she never got to enjoy it. She'll never get to see me get married or touch her grandkids oneday. I think that, most of all, is the most heartbreaking part about this whole ordeal. I know she's in a better place, but lately I've been falling apart just thinking about her and wishing I could just tell her about my day.