I am 25 with three amazing little boys. Coen is 7, Kylan is 2, and Caiden is 6 months old now. There is honestly never a dull moment when I'm with my kids. I love watching them grow and learn. Sometimes I'm afraid to blink because every time I turn around they're getting older, and so am I. It seems like yesterday I was in the hospital scared to death and overwhelmed with love and joy, staring into the big brown eyes of the little boy who showed how to truly love another person. I am a respiratory therapy student getting ready to start my second year. It is my third attempt at the program, not because I failed, but because I became pregnant (twice) and had a number of complications and had to withdraw from the program. This past semester was by far my biggest struggle. I really contemplated dropping, for good. My mother became very ill.......cancer. I spent the second half of the semester at the hospital by her side with my older sister. It was a huge struggle. Not only watching my mother die. But I also was completing my clinical rotation at that very hospital. She passed away on Saturday, April 6th, and four short days later I had to return to clinics at MVH when I could barely even breath. I now have to accept that she is gone and my children will never meet her. But a part of me has found peace that her mind and body have been healed and we will all see her one day. She is with my sister and my grandparents, and that brings me comfort.