So fast forward one and a half year later, December 2018. My mom's cancer worsened. She fell into a state of coma. The cancer was spreading and at this time the chemotherapy was hurting her more than healing her. The medications were stopped and the doctors had said their final say: they couldn't do anything. She remained in this state of coma for about two weeks. The doctors had lost all hope. Then one day, she suddenly woke up. She was fine. She was responding. My dad decided to take her back to our home country. He hadn't accepted defeat yet, he did it because the doctors said they didn't know how much time she had left. 5th of February 2018, a day species for my mother. Her birthday and also the day she got married. Also the day she came back to her house. Her actual house, her siblings and her mother. She was happy. My father had not yet lost hope and he had her on homeopathic medicines hoping that they'd somehow just SOMEHOW, save her. We hadn't gone with her. We still had a few days till 18th when we'd join her. I was happy for her. Ignorant a bit but happy. I thought maybe with her own family she'd heal. On 10th of February, she stopped talking and again fell into that coma. On 12th, we arrived. She opened her eyes once and looked at all of us. That was the last time I saw her eyes. Her beautiful brown eyes.
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