March 12, 2010

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Losing My Mother

"Losing your mother to cancer when you’re only 15 turns your life upside down."

By Amy K

Never did I realize that my life would be so messed up before I was legally an adult. Waking up everyday I face the struggle of not wanting to live. Losing your mother to cancer when you’re only 15 turns your life upside down and it never returns to normal.

I knew things were going to be hard when I was 8 years old and my mother first told me she was sick. For the next 7 years, I watched my mother die right in front of my eyes, slowly, day by day. I always thought she would come out on top, because that was what she did. She won the fight every time, until that day - April 12th 2001.

I remember that morning as clear as it was yesterday, because I was the one who found her. I walked into the back room and she was in her hospital bed. My brother was just feet away from her playing video games, oblivious to the fact that she was in a coma. I rushed my brother out the room, and I started to try and wake her. "MOM! MOM!" I kept screaming but nothing…except for this horrible 'snoring' like sound. I started to try and move her around...but nothing. I called my grandmother and my uncle - he called 911 because I could barley move. I called my dad at work. He rushed home. My sister was already on her way also. Like a movie, my dad, my sister, the ambulance and police officers showed up together.

In the hospital, my mom laid for the whole day, attached to a tube to help her breath. A coma she had slipped into, never to wake up from again. My father told us that "Mommy isn't going to wake up" and I knew it was done. She fought all day long and I got a phone call around 8pm at a friend’s house. "She's gone" is all he could say.

Watching them put my mother into the ground was like a haze, but the tears started then and have yet to stop. Since then I have been to so many groups, counselors, hospitals, specialists, I have lost count.

Suicide lingers in my life day in and day out, a struggle I want to overcome. Whoever thought that losing your own mother could send you into such a suicidal state? Well, now I know.


- 18-year-old Amy K lives in Malvern, Pennsylvania.


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