When I was little, my mom died from cancer, gave me up in hope I would be loved. I met her at the hospital, standing there with my adopted family. I had a chance to run up and hug her, at my age I didn't know how much that would mean to her. Many years later, my wife's mother passed from cancer too, she accepted me as who I was. For all those that have lost, I send a prayer for you for comfort.