My mom had a stroke and heart surgery, and was only given a 30 to 40% chance of living. When this happened back during the holidays of 1997 I left school during my senior year of high school to take care of her. from November of 1997 to about March of 1998 I was out of school helping my mom in every way she needed. She finally got better, and said it was me who helped her get better. I stayed with her night and day talking to her, trying to make her laugh, getting her to take her medicine, feeding her, keeping her entertained, and whatever else. Throughout all this, my dad was pissed that i left school, and kept telling me to go back. My mom is more important to me than school, so that's why I left to help her. I think would be selfish to finish school, when my mom needed me most. When my mom was better, I went back to school. It took me another year to graduate. I'm glad I helped my mom, cuz she's pretty much back to normal now. She always says if it wasn't for me, she would have given up.