"Your boro abbu has myeloma. They found it too late. It doesn't look good." My mom's mouth kept moving, but I couldn't hear anything past those three short sentences. Immediately, I felt tear after tear racing down my cheeks and my lunch making its way back up my digestive system. As paralyzing pain shot through my bones, I tottered backwards into a chair, unable to process the news. Cancer always seemed like a distance, surreal nightmare- something you read about...