Heartbreak

Thursday, June 17th, started off like any other day. I was excited to see Mexico defeat France in the world cup, equally excited to ignore the guy who's been driving me crazy for over a year, who I'd FINALLY deemed dead to me after a heated,drunken argument I had mostly with myself through text.

My day at work flew by and I enjoyed an amazingly awesome commute on a warm brisk summer day to San Jose. I got home feeling accomplished and excited to cohost a spanish radio show with my friend. A sense of peace engulfed me as I pulled into my parents house. Coming home always makes me happy. Seeing the perfectly manicured lawn with rose bushes on either side and the two story house surrounded by trees in an uppermiddle class neighberhood in San Jose makes me feel proud of all that my parents have accomplished.

I pulled into the driveway excited to see my little sis sitting in the front, She's always so busy with work and her BF that coming home and seeing her makes my day even more. I can't wait to talk to her about the game and to tell her about the boy. I know she will be proud of me for ignoring him, but mostly she will listen patiently as her overly dramatic older sister vents, yet again, about "the boy".

As I approach my sister, I begin to notice she is sad and crying. I immediately think she has had a problem with her boyfriend. I ask whats wrong and she hesitates. I begin to guess, all my guesses are wrong. Suddenly she says it, "Mom's cancer spread. The Dr. just called and now its in her lung liver and spine". In that moment all that ever mattered didn't. I remembered what the Dr. had said in the past. "If it spreads its stage 4. terminal". His words from our last consultation raced through my mind and I felt my heart aching, screaming, tearing.

This COULDN'T be happening to me!NOT ME! NOT MY FAMILY!.NOT MY MOM!NOT MY MOM!..After our last consultation we thought we had dodged the bullet and now it was back. This group of rogue cells were threatening to eradicate my life, my family,my home. I knew from this moment on my life would never be the same. I would never be the same.

As I walk in the house and see my mom cooking, the tears start to pound down my cheeks. I can't control the overwhelming gush of sorrow that penetrates my soul. My soul mate, my mother, the woman I see more as a best friend than a mother, has been given a death sentence. My mom smiles and giggles with a twinge of defeat but keeps cooking and stays calm.

She has a quiet strength and class that I could never emulate. I have always been the free spirited, emotional, irresponsible, spoiled, loud mouth and this woman loves me just as I am.Not just that, she finds me amusing and interesting. I tell her everything. We share an openness most mother daughter teams would envy and perhaps find a little disturbing. We talk about sex, life, politics, love EVERYTHING.

My Dad, a typical macho Mexican who only has two emotions happy and angry quickly yells at me to stop crying and being so dramatic. My mother tells him its ok and hugs me tight, telling me its ok to cry. She has just been told she has a couple months to live at most and she's comforting me. Thats my mom thats my heart.

My mom puts on a brave front and then goes upstairs. My dad, suddenly starts to talk about his friend who is dying and suddenly out of nowhere this macho man breaks down, I have never seen my dad look so old and tired. He runs to the garage trying to mask his emotions but my sister and I follow and comfort him. He apologizes to me for yelling at me earlier and then just lets go.

On my drive home that night, I suddenly revive the boy and call him. How could I have been so stupid and so petty before. He doesn't pick up so I call my cousin, she doesn't answer. Im alone, my heart is breaking and Im alone.