My Daughter

My daughter is eleven years old and has been my best friend and my inspirationto keep me going through my days of sorrow and my days of happiness. I wasdiagnosed with cancer in March of 2002 and went through chemotherapy for over ayear.

She never gave up hope in me; I was the one giving up on myself. I think she's alot wiser and smarter than I was. I was in and out of the hospital so much andso very sick.

She took care of me, washed dishes, did laundry, and householdchores. To me, that wasn't important.

What was important was what she told me one day:“Mommy, get down on your kneeswith me, hold my hand, and pray with me.” My daughter and I have a closerelationship. She doesn't want much or ask for much. The only thing she askedfor at Christmas was that her mommy gets better.

I am in remission and intend to hopefully stay that way. I wanted my daughter toknow that I love her with all my heart and I will always be there no matter whatobstacles she comes to. Mommy loves you.

我的女儿

[肯塔基州]帕密拉·格雷

我女儿11岁了，她是我最好的朋友，鼓励我度过悲伤和幸福的日子。我于2002年3月被确诊为癌症，已化疗一年了。

她从来没对我舍弃一丝期望;我是被宣告没办法治好的人了。我觉得她比我聪明伶俐。我进进出出医院那样多次，病得那样厉害。她照顾我，洗碟子，洗衣服，做家务。对我而言，那无关紧要。

要紧的是有一天她对我说，“母亲，和我一块跪下，握着我的手，和我一块祈祷。”我和女儿非常亲密。她不想更多或需要更多。圣诞她需要得到唯一的东西就是***妈病好。

我病减轻了，抱着一丝期望活下去。我想让我女儿了解我由衷地爱她。我将总在她身边，无论她遇见什么挫折。母亲爱你。