Abide
Cancer. A hateful, nasty, cold blooded killer. I hate it. We all hate it. It is a great and terrible darkness. We research cures. Run to raise money for that cure. We plead. We bargain. Too often, we lose. We took my grandma home from the hospital three years ago. She had stage 4 colon cancer, and we knew our time with her was limited. At the time, I was in my freshman year of college, just finding myself. I've changed my degree three times since then, and transferred schools as many times. However, every step of the way I was reminded of Grams, one of the strongest women I know. When Grams was my age, she was working on her undergrad degree just like me, except she had two kids. After she graduated, she worked every day to break the glass ceiling. She was ambitious, and she was strong. As I begin applying for law school and graduate programs, I think back on that day three years ago. I think of her advice and her firecracker personality. I remember pleading with her and