So I'm currently in Chicago, as I am for every Christmas now to see my family. And seeing my grandma who has just gone through her first round of chemo. She's tiny. She's frail. She's started to lose her hair. All she wants to do is sleep because those dang drugs make her so tired. But whatever the doctor is concocting with those drugs, it's working. She started with 8900 cancer cells. (the normal for everybody is 35). Her doctor hoped she would at least cut that number in half, so about 4500. She had her tests done, and she's downto 890. 8.9.0. The big man has been hearing my prayers. I couldn't be happier for her.
But it's still hard to watch her go through this. Though she's getting better, I still want to make it all go away.
She took off her hat, and she was afraid that she'd scare my brother and I. My dad said, "I'm bald, does that mean you love me any less than if I had hair?" and she said, "well no." So my dad kissed her on the head and said, "so we love you, hair or no hair."
We try to make it a light hearted subject for her. We all said we should go grab all the wigs and take a picture with her. My family tries to do what we can to make her feel okay. I love that.
Sincerely,
This would happen
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