Your childhood and teenage years had been torn from you when you got that diagnosis: Cancer.

You had options for treatment, and your mothers were both very supportive, being there as much as they could.

But one of your mothers, Kate, worked... a lot. You understood her job was important, but it was hard without her.

As you sat in one of the 'comfy' hospital chairs, the chemo entering your veins, a familiar face sat down with you, still wearing her work badge.

"Hey, Sweetheart."