It was Cancer... the nasty "C" word

Exactly one year today ... Jan. 13, 2015 after being sent off from Madera Children's Hospital... we were sent off to UCSF by ambulance... a long 4-hour drive. Whoever thinks that riding an ambulance is comfy...think again... it is a bumpy ride. We arrived at this crazy ER looking so scary in San Francisco then we were taken to a room Jan. 12 a day before... A day after Jan. 13 they confirm their findings. .. they took us to a room, my husband and I and told us that it was Cancer. Stomach Cancer to be precise... and apparently it was protruding into the liver. Our faces became a sorrowful sight. What I dreaded with my heart it became a reality that I did not want to be part of. After telling us the news,

they also called my daughter at that time 15 years old. They told her it was cancer, and she let her tears flow with refrained panic on her face ... then she asked me when we were left alone... "Am I going to die?"... what can a mother say. What can I possibly have said to such a question? I remember telling her... we don't know... we don't know where this is going to take us.

We decided to grab the bull by its horns. My daughter decided to do whatever she needed to do in order to survive this cancer.

Note: At that time we did not ask what stage was the cancer on. We assume, it was an early stage... doctors never told us about a stage.