James Sexton

So that's what would happen.

So when I was about five or six years old, I remember my mom crying in the bathroom and I didn't know what was going on.

And my sister, who's six years older than me, told me that mom is sick and that she's gonna die.

And I didn't exactly know what that meant.

I had a gerbil named Cutie and he had died.

And I knew that that meant like, okay, you're not gonna see him anymore.

But I didn't really know what that like meant, the gravity of it.

And they told her and they told us that she had six months to live.

And then they went in to do the surgery and the tumor had encapsulated, meaning white blood cells had surrounded it and encapsulated it so it didn't grow very much.

It grew, but it hadn't impeded anything.

They took it out.

She was fine.

But at the age of six, I was told your mom's got six months to live.

And I didn't really understand what that meant.

But when it happened again, when I was 11, and now they said, okay, she's got six months to live.

And this time it had impinged on her uterus and her ovaries, so they had to take her uterus and her ovaries.

Well, over the course of the next 15 years or so, my mom ended up having like five or so, every five or six months, they would tell us she had six months to live.

and they would do a surgery and they would take another piece of her.

They would take part of her bowel.

They would take part of her.