I look at my grandma and what I do see? Nothing more than a beautiful women staring back me. When I look into her eyes I see a hero. Not just one who's there because you call but one who’s there because she knows the struggle before and after the fall. When I see my grandma I see life. Not the life that’s within her but the life she got when she stood up to fight. When I see my grandma I see strength. The strength to keep herself together she's bound like a book and no matter how many times you seem to throw her not a single thread is going to come lose. When I see my grandma I see a survivor. She makes it through life she makes it through pain she makes it through cancer…I look at my grandma and what do I see? Nothing more than a beautiful women staring back at me.