The hardest things are when you least expect them.

The last thing that you want to face in life is the fight for life of your best friend. In a rare case, my best friend happens to be my mother. Since birth, we have shared a bond that I do believe is rare and unbreakable. I was born with a disorder that bonded us, that made it impossible for us to be apart. We wept together, we laughed together, and we fought together. We have made it through unspeakable journeys, we have lived through teen pregnancy, we have both pain stakingly watched my grandmother transform from a vivacious woman to a feable one. Now, as I grow older I watch my mother in a fight for her life. I have never experienced anything as difficult, for I do not know how to live without my mother. I want to hold her and tell her I will never be the same without her, that no matter what we have been through, I will never be able to be that close to anyone. That I cannot bear the thought of not picking up the phone and have her on the other end of the line. That I want her to see me finally be happy, to marry the man of my dreams. I know I cannot, that I have to be brave. That I am the one who is the strong one now, I will have to hold her hand when she cries, or when she is feeling ill. I will weep for her so she cannot see me. I will make sure she has the best of the time she has left, however long that may be. My mother is the greatest woman on earth, I can only hope that in the end, I can be her hero, as she has been mine.