Most of us have been touched by cancer. We've lost loved ones and/or stood beside them during their battles. We've cried with them during dark days, and (hopefully) rejoiced with them during good days. My mother, Miriam Hughes, was a faithful fighter who never lost hope in beating the odds. After being diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of 47, she endured a mastectomy, radiation and chemotherapy. Thankfully, this gave us 25 more years together with her, but the cancer metastasized and returned as bone and blood cancer when she was nearing the age of 72. She never lost her hope or her will to live, and survived another two years while undergoing treatment. She lost her battle at the age of 74. She will always be an inspiration to me, and I honor her memory with this cause.