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My Grandmother was diagnosed with Breat Cancer at 70 years young, and had a radical Mastectomy with no reconstruction (just a prosthesis that slipped around once in a while). When I was 18, I had the honor of seeing my Grandmother's caved in chest, and wondered "will it happen to me"? Three years later she had another Mastectomy, and showed me that one also!
After Fifty wonderful years of marriage, my Grandfather passed away, and a few years later my Grandmother, in her 80's, remarried an incredible man who found her not only sexy but exciting! (He even wanted to buy a Waterbed, but we talked him out of it for safeties sake!) My "second Grandfather" passed away at the ripe old age of 99, and my Grandmother soon followed. She was Ninety years of age.
My Grandmother lived a full and vital life, thanks to two wonderful Surgeons, one of which not only saved my Grandmother, but has saved my life TWICE!
The reason I am telling you this is because my Grandmother was never uncomfortable about the missing breasts. In fact, she felt healthier after they were gone. She has been, and always will be, an inspiration to me and my entire family.
After having gone through Breast Cancer twice (at age 30 & 33), I always think of her and stay strong becuase I know that it is NOT your breasts that make you sexy, it is your brain and your personality!
When my Grandmother told her second Husband that she had no breasts, he said, "So what! I'm marrying YOU, not your BREASTS!" And the funny thing is... My Husband tells me the very same thing!
I have come through this with dignity and a strength that my Grandmother would have been proud of! I thank her every day for her gift of Courage.
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This reminds me of my gram, or as I'd call her, Mother. She passed away in the Summer of '97 while I was away on vacation, so I missed her Funeral. But one thing is certain, I'll never forget how she'd make hot cocoa for me. She'd melt dark chocolate and warm up some milk. Then she'd pour the melted chocolate into the warm milk. Oh! This was the best hot cocoa I've ever had. Thank you, Mother, for the wonderful memories. And thank you Dolly for having this site.
My Gram died in 1963, a very long time ago, and at the time, I was 13 years old. What she gave me in those 13 years is more than she could have ever imagined, and far too much to go into here and now. Let me just say that there isn't a day that goes by, even now, that something she taught me, or said, or did doesn't come up.
I spent as much time as I possibly could with her when I was growing up, and her passing left a great hole in me.
My Brother, Eddy, was barely six when Gram died, and as she was sick with Altzimer's Disease, he hardly remembered Grammy at all. What he did remember was not the Grammy that I knew, and we both felt bad about the fact that he hadn't know her as I had.
Eddy recently passed away, and I wanted to thank you for reminding me that my little Brother now knows the Grammy that I knew, and I'm positiove that she still smells like fresh bread and sunshine!!
My Nana was soo special to me for many reasons. She still wanted to be my Nana, when my Father no longer wanted to be with my Mom, and my Grandfather wouldn't let my Nana see us (He didn't like my mom). She would sneak to visit me.
Then, when my Mom and Dad would argue, and my Mom wouldn't let him see me, my Nana would say I was just visiting her (this is after my grandfather died), and take me to see my Dad.
I was so sad when my Nana died because I was living in another state I never got to visit her. (I knew she was getting up there in years and something could happen to her soon) Even though relatives said she probably wouldn't have remembered me anyway if I had visited (She had Alzheimers). She died before I got to see her, and I feel so guilty, because I didn't have enough money to go to her funeral.
It has been 3 years and I still haven't gotten there to visit her grave. I just hope somehow she remembered who I was and knew that I loved her.
It is largely due to my grandma that I have the wisdom's I do today. Did grandma teach me at her knee? Oh, how I wish that were true. You see my Grandma died when I was only five years old and was in a wheelchair the whole of my young life. I loved to take rides on grandma's lap and watch her cook. Boy, that woman didn't let that wheel chair slow her down one little bit...she cooked and cleaned and sewed clothes and helped grandpa keep their little farm together. Grandma always told me to never be stupid. Always ask questions and always demand answers. Find the truth, she would say. Don't let being a girl stop you neither, she told me! Grandma was liberated before it was fashionable - and stubborn. Which is probably where I get it from. Thanks for bringing back wonderful memories of grandma. Tooter
Sunday March 18th would have been her 88th birthday. And April 10,2001
will be one year that she has been gone. Oh, how I miss her so. She was
what felt like the only person in this whole wide world who loved and
respected me, no matter what I did. She taught me how to be independent,
honest, loving and kind. She took care of me when I was a baby and brushed
my hair as a child and I took care of her after she had her stroke, bathing
and brushing her hair everyday. I always knew one day she would leave me,
but 28 years didn't seem like enough once it came time to say good-bye. I
tried so hard to be the adult that I was, but the little girl in me just
didn't know how to let her go. Six months and 10 days after she passed,
God blessed me with a healthy baby girl who I proudly named Rosaria after
my grandma... Everything that she taught me will now be passed on to my
daughter. And her Love and memories will live on. Thank you for allowing
me to share my favorite person with others who know just how important and
special grandma's are..
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