It shatters my heart to see her like this, a broken shadow of the vibrant, free -spirited woman she once was. Her auburn curls that once fell like a glossy halo around her shoulders has vanished, what took its place is limp and thin. Five years she's been fighting, I remember that day like it was yesterday...the day our world was turned upside down and inside out, I remember that muggle doctors exact words "stage three, grade four...aggressive ". How do you tell an eight year old boy his mother has cancer, how do you tell your little soldier that his mummy is going to die? I remember how tiny he was, they said that at 25 weeks there was only a 45% chance he would make it, but he fought, and he did. She tells me she isn't in pain, but I know better than that. She wants to be buried under the cherry tree in the backyard, where so many memories happened. I don't want to think about it...burying the love of my life, but I have to. Six months to a year ...that's all I have. She hasn't been out of bed in weeks .our last dance was on New Year's Eve...I'm afraid that it was our last dance ever. Mum says that praying is all that we can do. So I beg, lord don't take her from me...please!