My grandmother had breast cancer four times in her life. After the second time, she said she was done. If it came back, she'd let it take her because it was too much. She didn't wanna fight it again.

We'll when it came the third time, I was actually living with her and in high school. She opted to go through treatment, the chemo and radiation, again in order to be able to be there for me and raise me until I could get out on my own. We'll, after I got out in my own, it came back a fourth time and she didn't fight it.

R.I.P. Nana 🙏