My Moms cancer has returned

Hi people. I have never done anything like this before - but I thought that I would give it a try. I was inspired after my Mom said that she regrets not keeping a diary the first time round. Four years ago my Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer - I remember breaking down in tears and my Mom offering me the comfort. At the time it as a relief to finally know and to know that the rest of the family could be bought in on the secret - Mom not wanting to worry anyone hadn't told my bothers or wider family and friends. She accepted the diagnosis with grace and declared war and went into battle - with family and friends as backup troops to keep up morale and ensure that she was behaving herself (a difficult task). The doctors removed the affected breast and suggested a reconstruction if she wanted (my mother in typical style laughed and asked what would she want to do that for - she is an OAP after all!!!). She got better but it was always in the background. We got to see the scar (whether we wanted to or not) and even squeeze her new boob (well my husband to be decided that it might not be attached but giving it a squish was still wrong). The yearly check-up commenced. Like any girl I wanted my Mom to be at my wedding - so I set about arranging my wedding. As it drew closer I knew that my mom secretly had her worries that she would not make it. And before the big day we knew that there was something wrong - but we didn't know what - it was agreed that we would not worry about it - we would just have to wait for the tests to be booked in the results to come back. My wedding was perfect - we even managed to get my uncle (Moms brother) over from America - for the first time in a while our family was complete and in the same country (there's not that many left). Married life has been full of dramas so far - My mother-in-Law had a stroke during the preparation, afterwards my own health went a little bit downhill (I have M.E), my Dad had a scare and my dog became very ill. But then we got the results through - my sneaky mother was quiet about when the results were due and so went to the hospital by herself despite knowing I would have driven back down South to be with her. I got a strange phone call from my brother saying that they would pop over for a visit. It was my sister-in-law who told me. And a again I broke down in tears - even though again I knew that it was coming. No amount of knowing in your heart can really prepare you for those words when you have been hoping that you were wrong. My brother rounded us up (me and my other bother) and we went home to see Mom - it was more of a shock for them - as once again I have been privy to the secrete medical goings on. So we are getting there and coming to terms. Chemo has started - round one this week and my Mom is doing fine. We had a shock at the beginning of last week - Mom was so hopeful from what she had been told by the doctor and sounded like it beatable again - the shock came when she went to the chemo suite to meet her care staff and she was told that the treatment was to essentially buy time and if there was anything that she wanted to do she should do it sooner rather than later. We were angry, sad - but all thoughts of Mom were pushed to one side as we said good bye to our dog (he had liver cancer), that was such a hard thing to have to do - but we did not want him to suffer. So now we are back to fighting and a determined Mother that wants to prove them all wrong and she is determined to get another 10 years. She has decided that now is not a good time to die.