Personal Narrative: Breast Cancer

My mother has always told me that anything in life is achievable as long as I work for it. That was her life philosophy, even when she developed breast cancer. It was difficult watching her go through chemo-therapy, seeing such a strong-willed woman be sapped of her strength. I noticed the gradual changes; first the dark baggy circles under the lid of her eyes, then wrinkles began to settle in. It was as if she was aging at an accelerated rate, but little did I know, there was a war brewing within her. At the time, I was unsure of what was going on. I was still young, innocent, and naïve. I remember effortlessly pulling the hair from her head, as if it were some kind of game, and looking back at it now, it’s unbelievable how she was able to