In honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I would like to introduce you to my Gramma Maxine. Diagnosed with breast cancer in 1993, she battled and won. I do not recall her ever being depressed or discouraged other than commenting that everything tasted like metal while she was undergoing chemotherapy. (I remember her saying that the only thing that tasted good was French fries. ) She took that diagnosis like a soldier and asked what the best battle plan was, then followed it-- mastectomy, chemotherapy, wigs, bone scans, and all-- until she prevailed.
She remained cancer-free for a number of years. On the day this photo was taken in 2003, she told us that the cancer had returned in her other breast. She also told us she would not be fighting this time. It was hard for us to hear, and harder to accept. But she was ten years older now, and I believe she wanted to enjoy the time she had left. “Chemo was too hard,” she said.
She made it until September of 2004. Long enough to see our youngest born. Long enough to hear Jeff’s diagnosis that August and tell me she had peace that he was going to make it. She died a couple weeks later and went home to be with Jesus.
I miss her so much.
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