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I Hate Cancer
John, Age 14, Winfield, BC

Every night since I can remember in my old wood cabin, my Mom would turn on the stove light. Now it's different. She isn't home to tuck me into bed and say those three famous words "I Love You". She isn't home to protect me anymore, all because of cancer.

She died 8 years ago, I still remember her big ear to ear smile, her flashing blonde hair, her beautiful green eyes. How I miss her so. I still remember it like yesterday, she closed her eyes and sang an old song to me....

Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are

"I guess I'll soon find out", she mumbled. And that was it, she died in a hospital bed holding my hand. I felt her hand go limp, I felt the tears rolling down my shaking face as I tried not to scream out curses.

It was the worst moment of my life. "I hate cancer!" I yelled out as loud as I could as I sat holding my mother's hand. As my mother was taken away I made a promise to myself. I will not, shall not forget her for as long as I live. Now, eight years I still love her as I did years ago. I still remember her special smile and I talk to her at her grave site once a week. I say I love you and I will never forget you.

I have found a job with good pay. I am a doctor and my goal is to find medication to help the fight against cancer.

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