My grandma was someone I admired. I still do see her as my hero. Every time in school, when we'd be asked to write about our hero, I wouldn't have to think too hard because my grandma has constantly been an amazing role model for me.
"Julie Tyacke", "Mom", "Grandma". These were who she was to others. But she was more than just a name. She was the most caring person that you'd ever meet. At Christmas, even though she didn't have a lot of money for herself, she'd insist on giving tons of presents to everyone in the family. No matter what day it was, she was always up for a visit. That's another great thing about her. She was easy to talk to! I loved listening to her stories about her earlier life, and now all I want to do is to go back in time, just for a little while, to talk to her one more time. To make perogies with her and my mom. To spend one last Christmas together.
Last January, my Grandma passed away. It hits me every time. I know I shouldn't be sad, though. I guess I just miss her. You see, I know she's in a better place and isn't hurting anymore. If I could have any wish in the whole wide world, it would be to make cancer dissapear.
My grandma had cancer in her throat a few years back, and fought through it. She survived. She was cancer-free after several chemo & radiation treatments. But cancer wasn't done with her yet, since in about October of last year, she got really weak. At first her symptoms were brushed off; the doctor thought nothing of her fatigue and pain. But after a little while, she was diagnosed with Leukemia.
She fought long and hard. For months she layed in her hospital bed, fighting for her life. Sadly her body was much too weak to handle all of the treatments. But she was strong nonetheless, and I think that's what I love most about her.
If I ever am troubled, and feel weighed down, I think of how strong and brave my grandma was and suddenly I'm okay. Because, I think to myself, if she can hold on through months and months of pain and treatment and not being able to leave the walls of he hospital room, then I can get through life.
There's no doubt in my mind that my grandma was, is, and always will be someone who I admire; my hero. I love her and will always stay strong for her.
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