Since I graduated highschool I've been a caretaker for my mother. She suffered from both COPD and lung cancer that slowly spread to her brain. She was labeled terminal about a year ago, and given 24 hours three days ago. She was a hell of a fighter. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel lost and hollow right now, but she looks peaceful. No more wailing through all hours of the night in pain, free of that now. I'm not a religious person but she was, and I take comfort in the fact that she found solace in that in her final moments. I love her and miss her greatly already, but the life she was living was no life anyone should have to live. She passed at 11 PM EST. Fuck cancer.