The Choice

When Granny chose to put up the good fight!

This is part of a series. If you are new to this series on my Granny, you may want to start here and then go here, and here .

I stayed with them for a few days, and then suddenly she decided she would seek treatment. It would be offered in only one place. Oklahoma. That’s a long way from Alabama.

We were in a whirlwind of activity. Packing, getting medical records, flight plans, etc. I had to call home to break the news to my husband that I wasn’t coming home to Georgia, but flying to Oklahoma instead.

The very next day, we flew out as the sun was rising. It was one of the most beautiful sunrises I had ever seen. It was like we were just floating right into it, like we might just fly right into heaven.

I was busy watching the sky change to one magnificent color after the next, when I looked over and saw them holding hands across the aisle.

It was a breathtaking view as well.

When we got to the cancer treatment center in Tulsa, they got right to work with her doctor appointments, testing, and treatment plan.

We were happy to have any hope.

She stayed there for two weeks. She took chemotherapy and had radiation. She was weak, and she was sick. She was struggling with the side effects of the medication and exhausted from all the tests and procedures.

I flew home after several days. I needed to get back to my husband and children. When I was getting ready to board the plane, I looked out and saw the crew loading a casket into the cargo hold. My insides shook.

I prayed that she would not be going home that way.