In August 1987 it was a bright and shinny day. But my child could not go outside, because her legs hurt her so bad. We took her to the hospital, and the doctor said that she was o.k. she just have been running too much, and her legs need rest. She rest and rest, but her legs didn't get any better. So we took her back to the hospital. This time we made them check her throughly. It took one good doctor to see that there was a problem. That there was a reason why her legs hurt so bad. My baby had Osteosarcoma, cancer of the bones. This decease spread though her body really quick. It caused her alot of pain. I didn't get enough time with my baby. I couldn't stop it from taking her. No matter what I had the doctor to try. It took my baby at the age of 14 yrs. old. January 10, 1988. Five Months is all we had. I wished I had spent that time making her happy, instead of being in the hospital. It's nothing worst then loosing a child. Mothers walk though the shadow of death when we have children. Then a big, big part of us go with them when they die before us. I Love My daughter as if I just had her yesterday for the first time.