She did her very best to be a good mother. She made mistakes, I made her pull her hair out. We lived, loved and lost together. My primary supporter, the person who I could always count on listening to my bad day and being angry with who or what ever caused it to be bad...From diagnosis to death was 2 and half months...I was not prepared. We had plans for Holloween with Kaleb, Thanksgiving, Christmas and even talked about getting a hotel in Monterey next summer and relaxing. We did not know the end was near...we were not prepared. But to the end she did it her way!