My mom was diagnosed in August/`91. She died 2 days after Christmas/`91. I was 9 years old. All she ever wanted was a baby girl. She had me when she was 27 years old. Now, at 22 years of age, I look back & I realize, the type of woman she was. She was TRULY an angel living amonst us. I am not afraid of my mortality because of her. I know she'll be the first one i see when i reach the Pearly Gates. My mommy is my Guardian Angel. "When i look to the sky, something tells me you're hearing me, and you make everything alright. When i feel like i'm lost, something tells me you're with me & i remember i'm your's..."