My grandmother is a hero. She was born in 1932 and gave birth to 12 healty children. My mom is the oldest of them. They lived on a farm and had no electricity until my mom was 15 (she was born in 1951).

Last year she was diagnosed with cancer. She beat it though, but last summer she had a heart failure. She survived that as well. It's incredible to see her, her moves are like she was 30 years younger than she is. She greets every day with modesty and smile.

Few days ago she was diagnosed with a new kind of cancer. It's fatal this time. She keeps smiling.

I am not complaining anymore.