My mom has breast cancer. That still doesn't seem possible. "My Mom" and "breast cancer," don't belong in the same sentence, it doesn't make sense in my mind.

I went with her to her mammogram this year, not thinking for a minute that they'd find cancer. They did. They called my mom back in for another mammogram and did a core needle biopsy. I had no idea. My mom didn't want me to worry, so she waited to tell me. She was going to tell me herself, but when it came time to do it, my dad asked me to go get coffee with him. He told me in the parking lot. I remember the scream in my head that went on and on,the fear and the bottom falling out of my world. My mom is my best friend.