佳选项。
"I have cancer," Mom said and held me in a tight hug. I could feel her chest shaking as she tried not to 1but failed.
For all of my twenty-four years, my mom had been 2. Strength and protection had always flowed from her to me. Now I knew it would have to3the other way.
Mom didn't stay down for long. After the shock of breast cancer , she armed herself with a notebook and a pen and a thousand questions for the4. She took notes on white blood cell counts and medications(药物) with long names as though she were studying for entrance exams into medical school. "The not-knowing is the5," she said.
The6was successful. The chemo(化疗) was the harder part. I went with Mom to every chemo 7. She8complained , though her hair was9and her toenails and fingernails fell out one by one. She joked that she could10money on nail polish(指甲油) and put it toward the doctor bills, even though she never wore nail polish. "Cancer can take my11 ， my nails, my health and my very life. But it can't take my smile," Mom said.
Mom learned to share her fears with me，and it12an even deeper bond(纽带) between us. Yet， I am certain there were fears she didn't share because she was still protecting me—13she only shared with Dad. Even in the darkest hours, she would just 14the cancer. Mom always said,"When you look your greatest fear in the eye and laugh at it, you take away some of its power. "
Mom was one of the lucky ones. She did 15 her cancer, though not without scars(伤痕). From her, I've learned I may not get to choose what I face, but I do get to choose how I face it.
