My story is about my Aunt Nancy. She was diagnosed in March of 2008 at the age of 46. She had never smoked a cigarette a day in her life. Her biggest fear that she voiced was that she would lose her hair. Little did we know at that time that should have been the least of our worries. She never liked to tell the family how bad her cancer was, but I soon realized from the immediate need for chemo, that it must be bad. She did multiple rounds of chemo and experimental drugs but ultimately it was not enough. She was a woman who was a single parent, worked 2 jobs her whole life, and did everything in her power to make everyone happy. Throughout the 2 years of battling this awful disease she never once complained or said why me. I am honored to call her my aunt and I will be grateful if I become even half the person she was. She was called to heaven on July 1, 2010 where this awful disease can no longer haunt her. Although she is gone she is forever in my heart.
