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Rebecca's Story

My mother was diagnosed with esophagus cancer on May 2000. She went in for surgery to remove a little tumor. Well after one complication and another she just got worse. I never saw anyone suffer so much, she truly did. On April 12, 2001 the oncologist gave my mother 2 weeks to 2 months to live. She died on April 25, 2001. Not a day has gone by that I do not cry for her. I lived always so close to her. She was everything to me. I just felt like my life was over. I cannot see the world the same anymore. When I walked outside and the lights were turning red, green and yellow and the cars were still driving and the sun was still setting I wanted to scream and tell the world stop! my mother is gone how am I going to live in this world with out her. I would look at older women walking with younger women wishing that... that was me and my mother. One day I was going to the grocery store with my daughter who was 17years old at the time and I saw a reflection in the window of this young girl walking with her mother and once again...I wished that was me and my mother. Then it dawned on me... That was me and my daughter. I had totally forgot that I am a mother too. I have to live, I have want to go on. I have 2 children of my own. I got so caught up in my own sadness that I forgot about the people around me. Now here we are today in July of 2003, and not a day goes by that I don't think of her or feel her around me. I am now going to be a grandmother, I will honor my mother by being the best mother, wife, auntie and grandmother.

This is where my faith really came in... during her complications we were told it was a matter of time, come to the hospital. We went to the hospital and on the way up there I remember praying so hard "Please God do not take her, not yet, please not yet... I am not ready. I cannot handle this now, I am not ready." Well everything turned out to be okay we didn't loose her that night. I remember thanking God over and over again for hearing my prayers. However... The lord took her about 5 months later, see when I asked God not to take her because I was not ready, he really never made her better... he just gave me a little more time, just like I asked. This was a little poem that gave us some comfort...

THE BEST

GOD SAW YOU GETTING TIRED
AND A CURE WAS NOT TO BE
SO HE PUT HIS ARMS AROUND YOU,
AND WHISPERED "COME TO ME"
WITH TEARFUL EYES WE WATCHED YOU
AND SAW YOU PASS AWAY.
ALTHOUGH WE LOVED YOU DEARLY,
WE COULD NOT MAKE YOU STAY.
A GOLDEN HEART STOPPED BEATING,
HARD WORKING HANDS AT REST.
GOD BROKE OUR HEARTS TO PROVE TO US
HE ONLY TAKES THE BEST
My mother was only 59 years old.

Š Rebecca Lopez

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