My mother lost her battle to cancer in April. She had breast cancer that metastasized to her brain. I was her caregiver during the last weeks of her life. In the beginning I didn't think I could do it. I was terrified of reaching that day where I knew there was nothing I could say or do to prolong her life. Eventually I found the courage with God's help to put those thoughts aside so I could focus on being there for my mom and treasuring the moments we shared together. The most beautiful moment during those weeks and this is a moment I will value for the rest of my life is a conversation my mother had with her hospice nurse. My mother was upset and crying and her nurse thought she was upset due to pain. My mother told her nurse she was upset because she was concerned about my well being. She didn't want me to suffer after she was gone. Here's a woman fighting stage 4 brain cancer and she's focusing on my welfare. That's the beauty of my mother. Always the protector and nurturer. It hurts my soul that our journey together in life was cut short. I hope I can find the strenght to continue our journey. I hope I make her proud.