During my cancer battle, when my chemo regime was changed to be administered over the course of five days, I would start to feel weaker every day, but nothing compared to the days following that week. When my mom, who was my caregiver, would ask me how do you feel? I did not know how to explain in words, the discomfort, pain, headaches, and weakness that were a result of trying to handle the side effects of nausea, vomiting, infections, and so on. During these days, I did hope for a miracle pill that I could take that would make it all go away. Of course, I did take some pain killers from time to time when it got so unbearable that I couldn’t handle it on my own anymore. The pain killers would cause me to sleep for a while before my body would rudely awaken me to deal with my ailments (side effects) from the chemo. Other times, it was my mom who would wake me up and tell me that I needed to make sure to drink my water and eat. Although, I did not want to listen, I knew that it was necessary. Reflecting back, on everything that happened to me back then I now realize once again what a blessing it was having a caregiver during that time which was my mom because I did not have the energy or the strength to do anything for myself. Due to experiencing extreme sensitivity to light during the chemo treatment, I was forced to be confined to a cave-like room which had to be very dark and cool. This was the only way for me to be able to cope with extremely challenging days. All, I wanted to do, was be shielded from the rest of the world in this makeshift cave like room as I mustered up the strength to endure the horrible side effects. It was not that I was not grateful for the love and companionship from my close friends and relatives, on the contrary just knowing that they were there for me gave me the courage to keep fighting for my life. Unfortunately, due to the intensity of the side effects I did not have the energy to put on my brave face to see or talk to anyone. I barely had just enough energy to fight through this phase that occurred over and over again after each chemo treatment. Honestly, at the beginning of my chemo treatments since my body had not experienced anything like it before I felt I had more strength to overcome the side effect, however as I received more chemo treatments, it became harder and harder to handle the side effects. The only person who truly experienced all those dreadful days with me was my mom as my caregiver. I say this because, after being cancer free, I learned that she saw my pain and how difficult it was for me to handle everything. Of course, seeing this caused her to feel an immense pain as well because she felt helpless knowing that there was nothing, she could do to take away my suffering. I assured her that the way she cared for me with such loving way was all I needed to motivate me to keep going. At the end of the day that was all anyone could do because the fight against cancer was mine alone. However, knowing that I had God, my mom and all my loved ones by my side gave me the strength and courage to never give up.