Grandma

My grandma has breast cancer. Breast cancer.

I got a phone call August 20th from my Grandma. I let it go to voicemail because I was at work. I called her on my lunch break because she said she had some news for me. "I have breast cancer" was the news. I start crying almost immediately. She seemed okay and even made a joke about maybe she'll finally get boobs with the reconstruction. (I was blessed with mom's curves)

This beautiful and sweet women has always been there for me and my brother. She helped raise us. She put me in dance class after my parents got a divorce to help build my confidence up. When we were little we would help clean her house and she said "if you find change you can have it" and I just found out this year she would throw extra change on the floor. She made us breakfast in the morning and took us to school.

And now she's sick. She has her first surgery in a couple of weeks and I want to be there so bad but I guess I'll settle on coming up to visit her after work.
I praise God that the doctors found it early and that its stage 1.

If you pray, pray for my grandma, my family, and my papa. The love of his life has cancer and he's having a hard time. He's lived through cancer and made it out alive and I know God will do the same for my grandma.

I love her so much. I want to call her more. I want to eat breakfast with her. I want to sit on the porch swing and enjoy the breeze with her.

Don't take for granted good health and loved ones because they could be gone tomorrow. Make sure to do self exams and to get your mammograms. My grandma has had  one every year and because of that the doctors caught it early!

Sorry this is so jumbled up and not really coherent.