Amanda Peffley

Co-Survivor

I remember, very vividly, my mother walking shirtless into the living room where me and my father were seated. I have no recollection of if we were watching T.V. or not, but what happened next was the single most terrifying moment of my life. My mother stuck her hand on the side of her breast nearest to her armpit and pressed down, my world seemed to be in slow motion as her breast deflated like memory foam. Within nine months of that day, I had no more mother.