They say there’s a special bond between single mothers and their children. When I was 8-years-old, I lost my father to lung cancer and my mom became the sole provider. She worked hard to make sure our needs were met. And like many immigrant families, she put all her dreams in the success of her children.
My blog chronicles my dealings with the big C as a young caregiver, the highs and the lows, and the things that happen in between when life collides with cancer. My mother has since passed away, and now I continue the story of life after caregiving.