I was at the hospital with my daughter the day they told her there was a spot on her lungs, and she turned and looked at me and said "Am I dying?". I couldn't answer her. Two weeks later we found out she was at stage IV Melonomia. They never found the cancer on her skin. (2% don't). In private I cried, she knew how much she was loved, we cried together because she didn't want to leave the adorable daughter, it took her so long to have. I went with her to the interferon treatments and the gamma knife for her brain tumors. We were there to cook meals, help with the daughter who was only 3 and give her as much support as we could. I marveled that she would take the stance "It is what it is" We lost her within the year, but she knew her daughter would have a Nana that would be there no matter what, which gave her peace. It has been just a little over three years and I still miss her but I no longer cry daily.