My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer when I was in kindergarten. It was in Stage 3. She always felt tired and having difficulty of breathing. Sometimes I went with her in the hospital or clinic to visit her doctor and for check-ups. Then she was admitted in the hospital for at least 3 times. She went to St. Luke's Medical Center for chemotherapy twice. I know that she's suffering from pain but still she manages to keep it and not showing it to us. She always finds time for us like going to the beach or going out for dinner, for she thought her time is running out. Having time alone with her, she told me that if I were going to be a nurse, she would not worry anymore because I will be the one who will take care of her. I was touched for that day I didn't know how to care because I'm still young. Now, even she's gone, I still want to be a nurse. I will give my undying care for patients who needs it especially mothers. I'm in my 4th year in nursing college and I'm doing my best to pursue her dream for me to be a nurse.