Faith, Cancer, My mother and MOCA

                                                                 OVERCOME


            Lets start about a year and a half ago. My mother was diagnosed with early stages of Ovarian cancer while on a trip to illinois to get her "tubes untied" inorder to have another baby with her fiance but during the operation the doctors found a small tumor and the rest of the operation was postponed. Luckily this was was found early and my mothers chances of surviving where higher then if it was found in later stages.

            When you here about people crashing there cars and killing another person or oven there parents getting a fatel illness and thinking to them selves "this wont happen to me" but when it does you think "why me?".  That is what i was thinking "why my mom?" The long periods of time in between test to find out if my mother was going to be ok or not. Thousands of thoughts rushing through my head at one time. The restlessness, worry, anger and sadness that this causes on people that cancer effects is something that I would not wish on my worst enemy. In this time I think it was me that was more worried about my mom then she was. You see my mother is a very devout christian. She would always tell me that this is just a roadblock in this trip we call life and that she will be fine to just have faith and to give thanks to god for everyday you get to wakeup and live, eat and spend time with your loved one.

          So the day finally came when her day for surgery to have the tomur removed. My mom got prepped and a couple hours later the doctor told me that the operation was a complete success. When you get news about something that you have been waiting to here for a long time it is an amazing feeling. My mother was cancer free but she was not out of the woods yet. She still gets tested about every 2 months and so far she has come out clean.


        After about 6 months after the surgery my mom was recovering great and we attended a walk for ovarian cancer held by an organization called MOCA. MOCA stands for "Minnesota Ovarian cancer Association". It was a 3 mile walk and gathering of survivors and people who have a connection with this illness and it was a great experience. My mother now works with them as the representative for the spanish community of woman that suffer and survived. Though this illness was a horrible time to live trough it was brought me closer to my family and my faith. I am great full to all the people that supported my mother, the doctors and MOCA for bringing light to this desease and paving the road to a cure.