[ my grandmother, defiant ]

The internet has presented me with strange and timely imagery this morning:
My grandmother, defiant, ever defiant. She fought cancer with every mote of her 80+ year old being, with great suffering, and without complaint.
I want to be like my grandmother more than almost any other thing, except I do not want to have cancer, I do not want to have had cancer, I do not want to lose, and all I seem to do is complain.
It is mind rending to me that the strongest person I have known was still not as strong as the nonsense her own body set about to injure itself with.

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