ARTICLES / General /Surviving
For Those Who Didn't /
By Amelia Owen
neglect did not leave Little Nurse alone at the hospital
with her ill mother. Due to financial needs of the
family and lack of childcare resources, the motherís
hospital room was the best place for the little girl.
And it was there Little Nurse wanted to be, with her
mother, taking care of her. I know because I am Little
Nurse. I was there for her through numerous
reconstructive surgeries, her second battle with
metastasized Stage IV cancer, and other surgeries that
followed the devastation of the effects of the cancer
treatments. Through junior high and high school, I
watched her dynamic involvement in the "Look Good...Feel
Better" program that helps others heal emotionally by
improving self-esteem. The year after I graduated from
college, I assisted my mother in establishing the first
American Cancer Society Relay for Life in our hometown.
I watched my mother survive several attacks of cancer
over and over, inspiring others to continue their
battles, growing and exhibiting her faith in God. I
learned what it means to be a fighter, to conquer, and
to courageously take the blessing of life and use it to
broke my heart to see her in so much pain, I chose to be
with her, support her, and encourage her through the
toughest times of her life, just as she had done for me.
We formed a bond most mothers and daughters never
experience. We laughed, cried, yelled, and hugged a lot.
Being able to care for my mother during her battles with
cancer was the best experience of my life in that it
made me the person I am today. By no means was it easy;
but it was a choice I made at a very early age and it is
one I will never regret.