Cancer and I started our relationship when I was 15 years old. My Grandma Harriet was diagnosed with cancer at age 57. I was not old enough to understand it fully or to digest it. One day she was Grandma Harriet, the next day she wore a cancer turban, and the next day she was gone. What I do remember was the pain it caused my family, and especially my mother. The tears, the grief, the anger; it built hate inside me for this evil disease. I wish I would have been able to be there truly for my mom.
