Jackie Gingrich Cushman

I heard the news of the Boston Marathon bombings just a few minutes after I had undergone a biopsy. An annual OB exam had revealed an enlarged uterus. The scan that followed a few hours later showed a polyp, and a biopsy was performed the same day.

In for a checkup and out with a biopsy. While that might seem fast to some, the speed was called for due to the medical history of my mother and her family.

The link between cancer and my mother begins before I was born. Her father died of cancer while she was pregnant with me; he was so sick that he was never told I was on the way.

My mother was diagnosed with uterine cancer while I was in fifth grade. My memory of this time includes my parents' telling me of her cancer, her surgery, followed by her traveling from Carrollton to Atlanta for radiation treatments, my staying with friends after school (I have no idea where my sister stayed) and my mother being exhausted when she returned home.

But overall, what sticks with me from that time is the fear of my mother's death. That specter hung over my head every day, never leaving me alone.

It returned a few years later when she underwent surgery to have a tumor removed. Luckily, this time it was not cancer.

Soon after, she lost both of her brothers to cancer. Both were middle age and left school-age children. My fear was their reality.

After I had graduated from college and was working at my second real job, my mother again underwent surgery, this time to remove polyps from her colon.

In 2005, I was with her when she learned that she had colon cancer. She soldiered through the chemotherapy. Infusions took place between carpools for my then preschool- and elementary-age children. When the chemotherapy had worn down her energy and spirit, she ended up in a nursing home. But less than a year later, she was back in her house, living on her own.

Last week, as I grieved for Boston, I worried about the outcome of the test. Not so much for myself, but for my children, who are now 13 and 11, close to the ages of my sister and me at the time our mother was first diagnosed.

My thoughts kept returning to that time where my biggest concern was how long my mother would be around. My children are both in middle school, and it is hard enough navigate without real-world complications.

I remembered my mother telling me that her only goal was to live to see my sister Kathy and me graduate from high school, and I caught myself wondering last week how she made sure she reached her goal. Was it her determination, strong will, laser-like focus on survival?

Jackie Gingrich Cushman

Jackie Gingrich Cushman is a speaker, syndicated columnist, socialpreneur, and author of "The Essential American: 25 Documents and Speeches Every American Should Own," and co-author of “The 5 Principles for a Successful Life: From Our Family to Yours”.