I know this is late, but it goes without saying that I need to pay tribute to the most selfless, nurturing, and unequivocally tenacious person I have ever been blessed to know. Having been born with one hand, a birth defect, to two Holocaust survivors, my mother, in her youth, endured the guilt of her parent's trauma as well as the agonizing truth that she was "different" from other children. I thank my lucky stars that my mother was born "different", because it has given her a level of understanding and patience that I will never know. In 2009, she was diagnosed with breast cancer, for the second time, in this instance, opting to undergo a twelve hour surgery resulting in a mastectomy. I was emotionally wasted, nearly suffering a nervous breakdown at the thought of losing my best friend to an unpredictable and non bias disease, but she was a beacon of strength throughout the entire operation as well as her recovery. I am delighted to report that my mother has been in remission for over three years and is not only doing remarkably well, but thriving. If that's not a phenomenal role model, I don't know what is.
Cherish the things that may annoy you most about your loved ones as life is uncertain. It's absolutely wasteful to argue over superficial nonsense.
And lastly...remember that your mother brought you into this world so she can sure as hell take you out!