I really try to stay away from movies about someone having cancer. But, tonight, I watched a movie called "Safe Haven". I was caught off guard and one the characters died from cancer. My son and I watched the movie together. Neither one of us said anything for a while after the movie ended. He went out to the garage and worked out and I stayed in the house thinking. I sat on that couch thinking about how fleeting life is and how I have been fortunate to still be here. My son came back in the house once he finished his work out. I had tears in my eyes and he looked at me and hugged me and we cried together for a few minutes. I could feel his pain, his hurt and his fear. It would be difficult to have been as young as he is and not know what the future holds. At his age he should be thinking about life, future and enjoying life. His thought process was forced into another realm when I was diagnosed with cancer. He has not conveyed his feelings to me. A mother's feeling is all I have to go by. We spoke very little but what we said was meaningful. I have wonderful children. I have a wonderful husband. I have my family who loves me. It is hard to even contemplate that I could ever ask for more.