I don't know how to explain this,
My mom (64) was diagnosed with oral cancer in 2006. stage 1, Got surgery and removed after 3 months. doc was inexperienced in cancer issues. didn't removed completely and didn't suggested chemo or radiotherapy. Actually he was a General surgeon not oncologist. this was the biggest mistake we made. He was our relative so had to rely on him for medical purposes. Thats how it works in developing countries. and I was abroad for my masters.
the cancer reappeared after 1 year with swollen lymph nodes. Again surgery and all lymph removed. This time he suggested radiotherapy. after 2 dozes of therapy, mom started to vomit a lot and hence had to postpone the treatment. Mom's immune system became so weak that she contracted Gastroenteritis (stomach problem). She became very weak. I can remember how she collapsed in my arms because of weakness. Then she was on bed. My father left everything and devoted his whole time for my mom. he took care of her 24/7. I arranged a famous oncologist specialist in the city where I work (different from my home town). The doc was famous for completely eradicating the cancer virus through his specially developed techniques (i met his successful former patients who were absolutely fine even after 6 years with just 1 year of treatment). But for my mom, he said that its quite late now. Had we been to him within 1 year, then he might help in much better way. However he started chemotherapy doze. after second doze, my mom become very weak. The chemotherapy doze was mighty expensive. one doze cost 60,000 pakistani rupees and she was suppose to be given 2 per month. I was literary dried out of bucks and we were considering all option to arrange money for next chemo doze. I can remember when my mom called me and wrote on a piece of paper (she couldnt speak) that she has some few hundred rupees in bank, I can take that for her treatment.
I said her don't worry mom, we will take care of that, when you get better, you can buy me a mobile phone with that, you know I have an old mobile set. She smiled and said ok.

One night before her third doze, I was chatting with my dad and he was telling me how his relatives ( his brother and sisters) are initiating property dispute and saying him to vaccate the old family house, and not even considering the time through which we are passing right now. My mom listened all this and then she had a severe heart attack. We took her to hospital. The hospital guys thought she again might have stomach problem and tried to treat that. But she slowly counted her last breath and expired in July 2008.
I was finished after she was dead. But then i recounted how i spend the best days with her when she was ill. How emotionally I supported my father and siblings. How we were connected together.

Now I develop a mission in my life to fight for hi-quality free universal health care system. And also for an employment system which allows you to spend quality time with your parents and family especially when they are in need.

I am sorry I may dissapoint you all. but I recon that I spend the best part of my life with my mom. I cant forget that. Her memories strengthen my soul to struggle for my mission.
I am completing higher studies in UK and lets see where life takes me. I am just living for my mission, may be I cant achieve it during my lifetime, but I am fighting for it.
AG