Feelings of confusion, anger, and doubt flooded my head at that moment. I could not believe it; my own mother was diagnosed with stage three Lymphoma. Our little family of four would be strained for the next few months as the main caregiver underwent chemotherapy and other treatment. We all knew we would have to take more responsibilities around the house, but the true duties exceeded expectations. My mother 's responsibilities would have to be divided among my father, brother, and me. Before this happened, my family was just like a typical modern family: both parents worked, and my brother and I went to school. Admittedly so, I did not help around the house enough because my parents did most of the work. I thought my social life, school