Pink is my favorite color. Especially in October, but this wasn't always the case. 8 years ago, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. The following months and year are, truthfully, a blur to me. I lived every day in fear. I am fortunate to have an extremely close relationship with my mom. She is my best friend. So, when she was diagnosed, naturally fear consumed our lives. I hated seeing her sick and wished I could take all her pain and worry away. There are many forms of breast cancer, and my mom had one of the rare ones. During her journey, I was consumed by every lab test and result that came in. I scoured the Internet for information. I read every website on every treatment and drug they gave her. In those moments, I often failed to step back and admire my mother's strength and courage. Fortunately, my mom defied odds and is now a breast cancer survivor. It took me eight years, but I am now able to reflect back on that time and find good from our situation.