Hope is something everyone needs. To be without hope is to have a dismal future. Without hope, there is no light at the end of the tunnel. Hope is something that everyone needs when there is nothing they can do in a seemingly miserable situation. I was placed in this position not too long ago. It was like any other day, I was walking home from school with my siblings. When I entered through the front door, I instantly felt a sense of tension in the air. My mom, older brother, aunt, uncle, and grandparents were all sitting in the living room, with looks of weightiness upon their faces. My mother told me and my little brothers to have a seat next to her. We sat down and she grabbed my hand, then she told me the horrible news. She told us that she had Cervical Cancer. The announcement struck my heart to the core, the tears started to gradually fall from my eyes. Those were the tears of a broken heart. They started flowing until there are no more tears left to express my pain. Once I finally stop crying my mother gave me big hug and looked at me and said everything was going to be okay. From that day on I told myself that would be her rock, and she could depend on me. Months have passed, and I have gone to every surgery and chemotherapy appointment my mother has had. The first month had went by like a breeze, it really did seem like she was going to come out of this healthier than she went in. As the second month started to approach, I started seeing changes in my mom. She stopped eating as much as she did in the past and she didn’t eat any meat. Her appointments started to be longer they went form thirty minutes to two hour appointment. She had to start getting blood transfusions and more iron pills. She didn’t look like she was recovering. By month three all the hope within me gradually starting to withdraw from my spirit. She didn’t look like she was recovering, she only looked sicker, and I feared that she would never get healthier. She was very skinny to the point that you could see her ribs. Her hair was no longer there, and my mother looked like a walking corpse. As the year had passed my mother still looked the same. It look like every time she would breath, it would be her last. I, the rock, who was supposed to be supporting her, began to disintegrate under all the pressure. My mother, the one going through so much agony, never had a doubt in her mind and knew everything was going to turn out for the better. I’ll never forget those words she told me, “Even though time may get rough, and you’ve lost everything, you should never give up hope because things will always work out for the best”. I felt ashamed and astonished at the same time. I felt ashamed of all the doubts in my head. I was also astonished at how strong she was and how she never gave up and kept fighting; but frightened at the same time, wondering if all that hope would go to waste, if she would perish tomorrow. Another half a year goes by, and my mother seems to be getting healthier. The color in her skin has started to come back in her face and she has gained more weight. The mother that I once knew was coming back. We went to her doctor just like every other visit, but this time we got surprising news. My mother way finally cancer free. She no longer had to go through that awful chemotherapy of have any more cuts done to her body. We both rejoiced with tears flowing down our faces. I thought this day would never come. I was so happy that I would be able to have many more memories with my mother. She is my inspiration, and I know that if she can get through cancer, than I have no excuses when I face obstacles in my life.