My mother was diagnosed with Myelofibrosis, a rare type of bone cancer, in January of 2020. At the time, I was living in California, but when my mom called me and let me know what had happened, the first thing out of my mouth was "what can I do?" She didn't have any answers at that moment, and we still hadn't understood the scope of the cancer and its treatment. A few days later my mom called me back. She told me that she would need a stem cell or bone marrow transplant. This is the cure. There is no other treatment that works for this cancer, there is no chemo or radiation that will help, and dependent on what hospital you go to, there is a 75 percent, or less, survival rate. But she couldn't do it by herself. She would need a full- time caretaker for the procedure itself and then the following six months afterwards. They will not do this procedure unless you have a caretaker. I quit my job, packed up my stuff, and moved back home to Colorado. She didn't ask me to, but what else could I do? I have been there for every appointment, every uncertainty, every terrible moment that my mom has had to suffer through for the past two years. She is cancer free, but still nowhere near 100 percent.