Battle of the Moms

"Because everyone plays swearly with each other, maternity is indignation, anger and guilt are the shining point of feeling" (nymag.com). There seems to be a controversy between working mothers and being at home as mothers. There are many factors that can distinguish between mothers at home and children raised by working mothers, but there is no suitable way to raise children. The difference between the two mothers has both plus and minus features, but neither can be said to be the right way to raise a child.

Ten years ago, my father was trying to end his four year frightening cancer warfare, and my mother to fight breast cancer (thanks to a series of new drugs that seemed to be effective) It was taking the initiative of. This is enough to motivate me to accept the appointment of friends in the local Palm Beach area for "Women's Year" - The Leukemia and Lymphoma Association awards women who raise money the most every time period. That's it for 2006, and social media is not yet mainstreamed, so I must be creative. My luxury travel business has only just begun. I immediately invited me to donate luggage to dozens of traveling friends I invited you I was calling it a "cancer trip" on a troublesome homemade website. I sent many emails to everyone I know and encouraged them to collect funds for my campaign. What do you think? That is a huge success

YG2D was born in a long and complicated story in my life but it began with a private fight between my mother and her cancer. She was diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of 13 and suffered several times after cancer at the age of 13. Therefore, I was killed very soon because of this illness and potential death to that family. But my mother has privacy about her personal illness so I can not talk about it; during the growth process, this is not the dialog I offered. After my mother died in 2003, I worked in a toy company but within a month the boss asked me to fly to Hong Kong. Not to mention the simultaneous resistance to the business career, it is terrible to spend this sorrow for the longest of my life. Meanwhile, I received a lot of sad counseling, a one-year support group for those who lost my parents.

My father endured a year of chemotherapy to fight cancer (and to survive). My mother lost my sister at my age. Her sister was my mother in my cousin, so my couset grew up without a mother. This is all embarrassing. I accepted the bad things that happened in my life and tried to include them in scope. It is not so bad, I can not regret it. Or, if you feel sad, you can only feel this sorrow. It is not as bad as the events experienced by your father / mother / cousin.