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That morning the brain tumor stole my name from her. I was up early and was preening for my senior pictures. She would not live to see my graduation. We knew she would die that day. The yellow of aroundthe bend her eyes told us she did not have long. There was also fluid in her lungs. What little voice she had gargled in pain. She could barely breathe. We panicked and drove her to the hospital. We didn't want her to aroundthe bend die in a cold hospital emergency room. They were doing nothing for her, yet aroundthe bend refused to let her go. So we brought her family there to say goodbye. I walked in to the florescent-lighted room where my mother lay waiting to die. I had been hysterically sobbing, but cleared my throat enough to tell her I love her. She smiled for the first time in days. A smile I had missed so much and still long to see.
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