I remember living with my grandparents while my mother was fighting cancer in the hospital. Of course I didn't know anything about cancer, just that my mom left me with grandma and grandpa. I guess I was one or two years old (There's no one left alive that I can ask). I remember my grandfather would carry me on his shoulders and show me all the pictures on the walls up close. Eventually, I forgot about my mother, and when she came back to get me, having defeated cancer, at first I didn't know who she was. Took me a few minutes.
