As a little girl, I would accompany my immigrant mother to her numerous doctor's appointments; I didn't know it, but at the time, she was fighting a brain tumor. By the tender age of 7, I had translated most medical terminology from English to Spanish; see, my mother did not speak any English and when she went to the doctor's office, I was her tiny translator, not that I knew much, but I tried my best.

By the time I was 13, I understood what was happening to my mother and knew how to discuss her symptoms with all her physicians, including neurologists and radiologists. I had my mom buy me a Spanish-to English medical dictionary and became well-versed in the processes that happen at every one of my mother's appointments: blood pressure check, weight check, neurological tests. When I moved out of my parent's home at the age of 24, she stopped going to her doctor's appointments regularly and chose which doctors she "felt" like going to at the time. I have heard all of the excuses in the book: "I don't know if they will have an interpreter," "I feel fine, why do I need to go?" and the most recent one, "I don't have the money to go to the doctor."