This story is about my grandmother, Sybil Blackshare. In 1967 she was diagnosed with breast cancer in both breast.. Survival in the 60's was very slim and the medical field barely knew about the treatment of cancer much less what it was. She ended up having a double mastectomy, went through all the treatments and survived. I was only a year old at the time. Her childhood as a southerner, who walked the cotton fields everyday to help bring in money for her mother may very well have saved her. She was tough and extremely strong willed. I remember her telling stories to others about how much pain she had. My grandmother lived a full and healthy life. The cancer never came back. When I found a lump several years ago, she was the first to call to talk me through all of my feelings. I was lucky, it was just a fibrocystic. When she died of kidney failure at the age of 84 she died with dignity and grace. She died my hero, what she endured at those times I can't imagine. She helped pave the way for the rest of us.