Fighter

It was just splendid — seeing my grandmother sitting there with her perfectly-round perm, greeting everyone as they made their way past the green-bean casserole, baked beans, dressing, and deviled eggs.
You see, today was a day for family at my Aunt Mary's house, and while I knew my grandmother was going to be there, I didn't expect her to look this good. Granny has been living in a nursing home since surgery in October to remove colon cancer, and her health has been a roller coaster ever since. She now has lymphatic cancer, and many of us didn't think we would ever see her outside of those nursing home walls.
She's fought with all the strength her 90-pound body could muster, and pulled through, even when it seemed impossible. While the battle can't be won, you'd never know it from talking to her today.
"I've gained five pounds," she said with the enthusiasm of a fifth-grader who just made honor roll. "I've been up and walking and doing all kinds of stuff."
It was such a blessing to see her today, and to see the wonderful family she's created — laughing, acting silly, just being family.
I love you Granny. You're definitely a fighter.