Hero's are important...now I'm not talking about celeberties I mean you need to find people who have faced your disease and overcame it. My grandma is one of my biggest hero's she was an amazing woman who loved her family and would do anything for them. She was strong and compassionate all at the same time. She didn't do anything "note worthy" she was just a house wife and mother. She didn't save the world but she was mine. My grandma was one of the constances in my life. No matter what I did or where I did she never stopped loving me. She would always say, "I will always love you but it doesn't mean that I have to like what you do." Family was her everything she didn't have dreams of traveling she was happy being surrounded by those she loved, the little kids always found a special place in her heart. I could always turn to her when I needed a kind ear or soft shoulder. No matter what went wrong in life her Faith in God never wavered. She never questioned anything He put in her life. When she was dianosed with breast cancer she was scarred but she was also determned that she would overcome this. She fought with all of her might doing everything the doctor's told her to do always praying to God asking to be healed if it was His plan. She never questioned "why me, God?" she never said "there must be no God because of what's happening" she knew God had a plan for her life and never once questioned His love for her. When she pronouced cancer free it was a great day indeed. Knowing that she had truely been given a gift, the gift of life, she didn't waste a single day. She made sure to spend time with her family, she pour over her bible daily, she prayed often and she was quick to forgive. It's hard to put into words just how awe inspiring she was too me. She to me was perfect, not in the way that she never did anything wrong, but perfect in the ways of the Lord.
Then came that horrorible day when we found out the cancer had returned, it broke my heart to picture my life without my grandma in it. She was determined to live long enough so that my girl's would know her and remember her. In this she succeeded she lived for several years, enduring the effects of radiation and cemo just so she could have a few more years with her family. In the end the cancer spread to her lungs and the cemo wasn't working anymore. It was one of my biggest fear's to face my grandma's death. I sat in a hospital room and watched her die, in that moment I gained a testomny. Knew right then that there was indeed a God and that my grandma was being welcomed into His kingdom by those that she loved, who had went before her. I never saw fear, she knew where she would go and what a waited her. She had no regreats she had lived her life exactly how she want too. She had spent her time with her family,and she hadn't given into cancer. She always told me she wasn't dieing from cancer she was living with it. She died a hero's death, she died fighting a war against cancer, she was brave and strong and made sure we knew everyday just how much she loved us.
