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Mom's Last Breath

Mom's last breath taught me about living life.

I watched my mother as she fought her last battle with breast cancer after being her caregiver in my home for two years. I was the mother of three children and also a nurse, but I still didn't realize how much my life would instantly change when my Mom took her last breath. She was my mother, someone I expected to live forever. I wasn't ready to let her go, and definitely not to that flesh eating breast cancer. It was only two days after Thanksgiving and her birthday was December 21, holidays she loved. I watched her struggle and gasp for breath until I, along with my two sisters, were telling her to leave and go to the white light to meet with Jesus. I sang her favorite gospel songs as she struggled to breath on. When my mother finally took her last breath I felt myself hold my own, before I was forced to gasp and breath again. At that instant my life changed profoundly. I made drastic decisions regarding my life, realizing how short life is and how you can only live in a moment, because another moment is never promised. I live finding happiness out of every single thing I do, and even have faced my own fraility after miraculously surviving a deadly illness. My mom's last breath taught me about living, appreciating, and respecting life.


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