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Cancer,Roses,Quilts, and the Color Pink..Yes, that's her

"Grandma has stage 4 Lung Cancer", that's what mom told me..... (via text message of course).

I don't like that.

She's 85 years old, and why after that many years does it have to end this way?

I HATE CANCER!

Isn't it enough that breast cancer claimed both of her breasts only a month ago? She said " Papa's in Heaven now anyways.. what do I need them for"?

She is everything that is lovely, and pink, and flowery, and powdered, and perfumed to me.

Grandma makes quilts, that never fall apart... I am the proud owner of two of them. She loves the color pink... just walk into her bedroom even after all of these years and know this.

Grandma's hair is still as bright red now as it was 50 years ago and she only has it washed every Friday (by her beautician of course).

Grandma is thee one and only owner of "Fibber Mcghee's Closet". This is the magical closet that contains the portal to Santa's Workshop. At Christmas time one dare not even think of looking at the door to said closet lest all of their Christmas presents dissapear.

Grandma's rose garden was, and still is a sight to behold. She never let me go home without letting me choose which flower was going to make the return trip with me. Of course I always chose the yellow rose. Thinking back now... I wonder how that bush ever survived my twice a week pickings.

Magic of course.

Sigh..... the doctor has given her a maximum of two years without chemo. Grandma doesn't want chemo. I don't blame her.

Two years and four hours of distance between us gives me precious little time to enjoy her pink, flowery, powdered goodness. If only we had the ability to turn the hour glass over and over to suit our desires.

 

I vow to make every stolen second count... it's times like these when you really begin to know how precious time can be.

My Grandma is priceless.