Hi, I'm Winston and my story is about life. My story is a story of courage, love, and faith. My story is my mothers battle with stage 3c ovarian cancer. I was only 11 years old when called into my moms room to greet me with tears in her eyes. Obviously I knew there was an issue but never in a million years could I predict what she would apprise to me at that moment. In an instinct, my eyes filled with tears just like my mothers as she held on to me. I wish that I could tell you that everything from that point on was flawless and we lived happily ever after, but that only happens in the movies. There were many low points where things were rocky. At one point doctors had told her that she might not make it to Christmas. I can still see my mom in her bed asleep for hours on hours from the chemo. Although the cancers harsh treatments took away my moms strength and hair, it didn't take away her happiness and will to survive. Even while things were hard a bald joke from my sister or I could always put a smile on my mothers face. Though that might sound cruel, (which it definitely does now that I'm looking at it on the computer screen) it is real and that's how my family and I have always handled things. So, tonight I'm looking at my mothers beautiful face as she tells me that I'm the reason she had that unconditional will to survive. I suppose that makes the both of us two time ovarian cancer survivors.