A photograph. Its story.

This photograph has a very beautiful sentimental value for me, is one of the last I took with my Mom; She was a great woman.

When she got sick, with my brother and my Dad we did everything we could have done to make her well, we took her to all kinds of doctors, traditional medicine, alternative medicine, seers, etc ... our desperation to see my Mom sana took us to many places and nobody found anything, a doctor came to imply that my mother invented her illnesses; We suffered with her because we saw her as she suffered, we saw her pain and we didn't know what else to do for her. Until we arrived where a young doctor in a clinical health center and she sent to take many tests, which showed that my mother had a disease called Hypothyroidism, but at the time of discovering it was already too late, the disease had become Cancer By not receiving the hormonal medication that allowed their internal organs to function well, they deteriorated and gradually stopped working.

I feel that if we had discovered this disease in time and the doctors had believed in my mother's discomforts, today she would be with us, enjoying the achievements of her granddaughters, and the pranks of her great grandchildren and the most important thing would be with my Father.