The image of a dark skinned woman flashed through my mind but this time it didn't stop there. I was sitting at a table in a blue painted dining room. A littler girl sat beside me. She wore her hair in two large braids and ate the cereal in front of her happily.

This place was familiar, this was my house. I was emaciated and felt weak all over. The bowl of cereal in front his me was in touched. The funny thing about cancer is it eats away on you but makes gives you loss of ...