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It was a windy November day in 2003 when I received a phone call from the hospital while I was getting ready for my afternoon shift at the factory. The nurse on the other end said “I’m not sure how to say this, but I really think you should be here with your mom. She’s not doing so well, and we had to take her to the intensive care unit.” I remember a million thoughts racing through my mind, but I knew my mom was the strongest person I had ever known, so it could not be so bad, could it?

At the hospital, I was told that my mom had lost eight pints of blood and that they continued pumping more into her. She was losing blood at an alarming rate. A medical device was her one last hope. I was a complete mess; it all seemed like the worst nightmare in the world, and it honestly felt unreal.

My dad and aunts, accompanied by cousins from Mississauga, came to the hospital. Of course, Beata was by my side from the beginning. I spoke to my mom on the hospital table for as long as I could, thinking that maybe she could hear me. The doctors asked if they could switch off the machines that were keeping her alive. Nothing had helped, and it was only a matter of time. I would never agree to it and thought that maybe she would still wake up; maybe by a miracle everything would be fine, just maybe. I clung to the hope with every part of my being as I prayed for her. After all we had gone through, the mother who had given me life and taught me all that is good could not leave like this... no way.