Global Voices Against Cancer
I was 11 years old when my grandmother was diagnosed with lung cancer. It was a fast acting cancer and I remember finding out about it in March. My grandmother was my pen pal so we would consistently write letters to one another during her treatment. She was always positive and was determined to beat the disease. Unfortunately, she lost her battle on June 8, 1998. She left behind nine sons and daughters, 11 grandchildren, and countless friends and loved ones.
To this day, I still cherish the letters we wrote and the memories we made. And now while working for the American Cancer Society, she is the reason I work with such dedication to find a cure for cancer.blog comments powered by Disqus