My mom, Wende White or as some of you know her... daughter, sister, family, etc was diagnosed with stage 3 uterine cancer in November 2014 and for medical reasons (pneumonia, c-diff and septic shock) was only able to receive radiation and 2 of the 6 cycles of chemotherapy. Since she did not handle chemo well, they stopped the chemo completely and hoped that she had been treated. In December of 2015, she had a CT scan done and found out the nodules on the lungs multiplied and grew in a matter of 3 months a long with a very dramatic growth of a lymph node in the pelvic. These findings changed her diagnoses to stage 4 cancer that had spread to the lungs. On December 9th 2015, we met with her oncologist to go over the report from the scan and what we do to move forward... On this day I reached a whole new level of frustration and depression... They were no longer going to treat the cancer with hopes of "curing" they now we're treating the cancer with hopes of "prolonging life expectancy." But... Believe it or not that is not what broke my heart the most... What completely broke my heart was when we asked if she did not try chemo (because she almost died last time she tried chemo) what time frame are we looking at, with my nieviety I thought I would hear a couple of years.. But that could not be further from what she said... Which was about 6 months... My entire future flashed before my eyes and it did not have my mom in it for the first time. Graduating school, my wedding, my birth of my children, all of the firsts in my life that were still to come and she was not in any of it.... Immediately I broke into tears in the doctors office. When we left the doctors all I could think about was how it's not fair that I might only get to spend 22 years with her.... My best friend.... And then anger came... And then my worried self thought about what happens when she passes? My mom and I began the dreaded what if talk and spoke about me and my future and then came my question about a funeral and all of the medical bills... Which brings me to this.. My mother asked me to make a page that friends and family can go on a contribute as much or little as they can to help pay for medical bills and funeral expenses. $1 or $500... It all is a blessing in this dark time.. I pray all the time and God has blessed me in so many ways but I'm hoping I can get some help outside of God with her financial issues.