When I was growing up my grandma was my rock my world my best friend. We did everything together! If I had a problem she was the first one I would go to. I pretty much lived with her when I could. She made it no secret that I was her favorite but I also did everything I could for her. In 1988 she was diagnosed with this awful cancer breast cancer. And was kicking its butt until one day in 1997 I returned home from school when she told me the news, it was back, and stronger this time. She immediately began treatments I went with her to every chemo and radiation treatment. She had beat it once she would beat it again i was sure. I was with her when her hair began to fall out I would sweep it up then hug her as she cried. It was the hardest thing at 14 that I had went through. On July 12th 1998 she lost her battle and went home to be with the lord. Someone once asked me why I buy all the breast cancer awareness things and without hesitation I replied so some other little girl won't lose her rock her world and her best friend. To anyone who is fighting or has fought this horrible cancer my thoughts and prayers are with you.

Monica White
Hurricane, WV