My mother is having surgery in five days.

My mother is 39 years old. She is the most wonderful woman in the world, and the best mother anyone could ask for. She is a positive, active, responsible woman. She got diagnosed with breast cancer sometime in November 2008. I am thirteen years old, and I'm in a boarding school in Canada. My family is in Mexico, and my mom is having surgery in five days. I am scared to death because i am not going to be there for her. This is the first time she has ever been diagnosed with cancer. No one else in my family has had it. It just came out of nowhere.

Nothing like this has ever happened to our family. We were always grateful for our health and our family because we knew we were blessed to be this lucky. I was sent to boarding school for a year because my parents wanted me to have a great experience, and for me to be more independent. I was very thankful to have this great opportunity. Both my parents had to work really hard for me to be able to go. When my mom called me to tell me she had cancer, my world came to an end. She told me it wasn't that big of a deal and that everything was going to be alright. After all, she was young, positive and strong.

I always admired my mother. She studied children's psychology and she is the principal of an elementary school. She is always helping people. it could be as small as dropping whatever it is that she was doing and helping me with my homework, or as big as helping two teens go to New Zealand with their grandparents because their mother is a prostitute and a drug dealer. My mom is literally an angel thats why I'm worried that something might happen to her. Maybe god needs her for something.

During the first month i couldn't talk to her because i didn't know what to say. She wanted me to come back home, but i wasn't ready to see her at all. i didn't answer the phone or her emails. My brother cried every night because i wouldn't talk to him. He is only 11 years old. he looks up to me and used to call me everyday. He still does, now i answer his calls. i love him and miss him terribly. He wrote me a poem not to long ago.

 Now i call my family at least once a day. We are as close as we were before her cancer or maybe even closer. My mom is still very positive about everything. We were never religious, but after this everyone kept talking to us about god and how he is going to help her. My mom has at least eighty angels in her closet from everyone who cares about her and loves her.

She is never feeling sorry for herself, and i can talk to her about anything. The only thing we cant talk about is her surgery. She cries every time we talk about it. She is in an airplane right now flying to Mexico City for her surgery on tuesday. i don't even know how i feel. I'm supposed to be doing my homework right now, but i think about her and the surgery every minute of every day. 

My brother asked her if she was going to die, and she said that she couldn't die yet because she still has things to do, and that she would never ever do that to us. My dad is working a lot now because of all the chemo therapies and the surgery. He is the sweetest man in the whole world. Everyone is going to the surgery. My grandparents, my uncles and aunts, my cousins, her friends and my brother and dad they are all going. Except for me.

I am not going because it is too expensive and my school wouldn't let me leave that long. I understand, but i wish i could hold her hand or hug her while she's going through it.

I love my mom. She is the best person in the whole world. I am very thankful for her and my whole family.