My Grandma had cancer, and she past away a little over a year after she was diagnosed, but I'll never say that she lost. The last year of her life she was just as cheerful and brave and dear as she's always been, if not more so. The cancer never beat her. She accepted it and "greeted death as an old friend," as my fellow Potterheads would say. That's all I got to say about that, Elizabeth out.
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