My Grandmother, My Guardian Angel Essay

886 Words May 9th, 2007 4 Pages
I vividly recall the weekend trips to Grandma's house as a child. Upon entering the familiar, wooden door, I am greeted with the aroma of a home-cooked meal and the humble scent of cinnamon potpourri. Mom and I reserve our place at the memory-carved table as the last dashes of spice are added to a recipe known by all, but never duplicated. As I finish the last few bites of a garlic-graced dish, I find myself the attraction of a furry creature with intense green eyes. I know without looking that the critter is one of a few felines that call this place home-- the kitty-cat table mats are an obvious giveaway. Though my grandmother birthed eight children and held many crying babies, her cats are the children that have taken the place of my …show more content…
With a subtle sound of humming, she worked her way through the day without much spoken appreciation-- a simple thank-you or a small compliment-- from most of my relatives. I don't think a lot of them knew just how much they should have said until the day came when we all fell silently speechless. Recalling the day of August 4th, 2003, the day my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer, is difficult because I once had no words to describe my emotions or the situation I was faced with. I remember the cramped hospital waiting room where we all sat and waited for the news that none of us could bare to hear. It had been only three hours into a surgery that was supposed to last the better part of the day when a shorter man in a clean, white coat and scrubs delivered the news. The cancer had spread too quickly over too large of an area-- my grandmother had only two weeks to three months to live. Initial shock took the place of all other emotions as the color in each relative's face drained to a ghostly white. Though none of us could deny the words we had heard, we all still held hope in our hearts that my grandmother would win this battle like she had so many others. My grandmother's fight was not long, but it was powerful. Though faced with a devastating diagnosis, she remained stronger than ever in her battle. Each day, I found myself more inspired by a woman who had already endured so much in

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