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Hey, My name is Lakina Jones Im 16 years old and from Hughes, Arkansas! When I was 11 years old my mom was diagnosed with lung cancer. Before she was diagnosed she would go to work and she was a teacher and whenever she would walk around she would get short of breath. She knew that what was happening wasn’t normal. I remember it was mother’s day and i gave her a card I made at school, and I remember her smiling trying to be happy when I knew she felt bad, I could see it in her face. My mom made an appointment to go to the hospital for a check up the next day. I remember I went over to my aun’ts house who was next door so she could take me to school until she got back. But when I got home from school she wasn’t their she was still at the hospital, not only was she at the hospital but she had been checked in. On our way to the hospital I was informed that her cancer had came back. She had had breast cancer when I was around six. They cut the breast off and we thought it was gone, going through that whole thing all over again was so tiring, stressful, and depressing. When my mom came home I was there with her by myself. I had to wash dishes, do laundry, fold clothes, cook whenever my mom had cravings. I had to basically do everything she wouldve had to do if she was feeling better. It was so scary but I was glad to do it! After all she’s my mother and I wouldve did anything for her. She was hooked up to oxygen machines, on chemo therapy, and on a walker. I was only 11 and didn’t know what to do or how to take it. She was always, and I mean ALWAYS so strong, I couldve never thought she could be that weak. It hurted me so bad to see her like that. I remember having to grow older than I was in a certain matter of minutes just because of some of the fears I had that I had to get over just because of my mother’s health. I took care of my mom for a whole month, I had to be strong for her. I couldn’t be a baby and just cry about everything. I had to women up in less than a week, sometimes in certain situations minutes! Do I regret staying at home and taking care of my mom when she was sick? NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! It was all worth it..I loved my mom and wouldve did anything for her. The day she died June 9, 2003, I remember waking up at 6 in the morning i knew something was wrong I just had a feeling, I went in her room and sure enough she was breathing hard and saying she was sick. I called everybody I could not knowing what to do. She slipped in and out of deep sleeps once everybody got their, I was told not to call the 911 by the hospital because their was a nurse who would personally come. Hours later around 12 or 11 she died while I was over my aunt and uncles house….It was one of the hardest things I ever had to deal with but id gladly do it all over again if she needed me.