My maternal grandmother lived with us when I was a young child. She had breast cancer and had had a double mastectomy. The surgery was done differently in those days, things were not so neatly done and a woman was never quite the same afterwards. She had radiation treatments after the mastectomy. Her wounds from the surgery never healed so my mother, who had once been a surgical nurse, took care of her. Although grandma was never able to fully recuperate from the surgery, she loved her grandchildren none the less. She spent a great deal of time playing with us and spoiling us.
Grandma, as I recall made THE BEST apple turnovers. I can remember her smiling and chattering to me as I stood at the edge of the table in a chair watching her make these delicious treats. My mouth watered the entire time as I asked her millions of questions. These are pleasant memories. As I recall that my grandmother never lost patience with me and all my jabber, nor with my sisters.
My grandmother did not live very long after her surgery; it was not a time of cures for those with cancer.
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