It wore down her body. It exhausted her strength. And I know it took her life. But cancer couldn’t dim her smile. And what a smile it was! Everything good, everything wholesome, everything pure about life was found in her smile. It was the kind of smile that drew people to her. The ravages of cancer, chemo and all that came with it could not wipe it from her face. If anything, her smile was brighter and more joyous. Cancer was helpless against it. Cancer was unable to break my grandma's spirit. Her zest for life and competitive fire burned brightly to the end. Her confidence and adventurousness were undimmed. She took everything cancer could throw at her and kept going. She endured pain that would have hobbled the toughest adult. She found energy in the face of draining treatments. She maintained a positive outlook in the bleakest of situations. Where was cancer’s victory in that? Lung Cancer did not beat my Grandma. It never stood a chance.
