Help my mother Vian beat cancer for the last time

In 2018, my mother, (which honestly, i had never seen anything other than healthy and smiling from probably since the day i was born), sat me down, a then clueless 16-year old boy. Which usually in my case meant i had done something stupid.

And to be honest, i had been stupid, in advance the previous weekend so i thought nothing much else than any other teenager about this talk.

This is when i got caught off guard. My mother told me she had breast cancer. I had heard about it before, from school, on the tv, through advertising on social media, and even the cute pink ribbon associated with breast cancer came to mind.

To be honest i was not like extremely shocked and stressed out. Its on the contrary weird feeling to explain, (i feel those close to someone with cancer can relate). First after being told i feel like i was just trying to digest what i was being told, like almost repeating what i heard in my own head, and then close to a child try to understand the fact that: Mother is telling me she has breast cancer. I didnt even know all the different types of cancer so in my own head all i saw was basically like: «Mother + cancer». And honestly its just a thing that you dont get used to. Its not just like a feeling that hits you and makes you cry instantly. After mother told me it was actually more of the day-to-day that made me realize that my mother actually was sick. And let me tell you it is a different type of hardship to let go of that superhero view of your mother, especially since she has to go from perfect supermom in your imagination, to mother with sickness with a uncertain future.

And i am not going to go into details about how it affects a family because i would never like to make my mother, or any other mother with cancer believe that they are a burden, but certainly as any other mother she is not dumb. She knows hardships will come as a following of this kind of sickness.

To make a long story short:

At the end of 2022 we all got the happy news that mother, after multiple surgeries, chemotherapy, PET-scans, (which i used to not understand because it sounded like it was for pets), was now cancer-free,(thankfully due to the fact that they had found out so quickly about it and the fact that it was not spreading aggresively), 3 years after being diagnosed. We were happy for a while and honestly nothing had changed since the good news, it still felt kind of odd. I will not say that it still felt like my mother was sick because i would never pretend to have known that. I believe i just felt like mother really did neither feel more nor less energetic than compared to the previous years plagued by sickness.

This went on for some months too, until in spring of 2022 my mother began describing to me what she felt was like a cyst on her breast, (pardon, i do not know the correct translation for this word in Norwegian).

This is when she communicated to her doctor that she felt like she was getting sick and requested if she could have a PET-scan of the phenomenom on her chest, i myself honestly had not backed this up enough, and was busy with going to college, and being sick things really do tend to be delayed and sometimes not ever done. Turns out because of priority (my mom being of lower priorty per-say because of being declared healthy again). Got an appointment for the PET-scan as well as other scans.

And long story short: Mother was sick again. This time with described with Stage IV breast cancer.

They did not believe mother honestly could be prioritized anymore, and therefore as she would describe it to me: it felt like they declared her for dead.

But as strong as she is, after a couple of months she decided that she was going to get this treated, not here in Norway, because honestly we could not afford it, so she chose to go to Iraq, and seek treatment, for maybe there we could afford it and she would have a lot of support from family there as we are Kurds from Iraq.

This was better for her i would say, combined with warm weather, less stress as of all the support from family members she had managed to get either neutral or positive answers.

The plan will be to stay there a year or two with treatment fully funded by ourselves starting from september, which my mother knows we cant afford.

I dont believe she knows about platforms like gofundme, and when i thought about what i could do to help as a student with no money, i thought i would come on here and give it a shot.

The money will specifically go towards medical expenses such as scans, surgeries, over-night stays, transport and medicine for her, and hopefully for her to beat breast cancer, one time for all.

I cannot describe how thankful i am for every single donation, no matter how big or small.

Much love, the son of a supermom.

PS: Also my connections are not that great, i would appreciate anyone who shares this cause.