My mother died from colon cancer, when I was 16, after a remission and a subsequent six year battle. Not until the very end did she ever let me see the suffering she was going through. She fought not just for her life but for her husband and daughter. 8 years later, my father was diagnosed with methoselioma and died just 3 short months later. He tried to hang on but it was caught just too late. I have always found comfort in the fact that at least they're together again.