Today's OneWord: Relapse

Grandmother suffered her third cancer relapse two months, and despite my parents' protests, it was back to chemo. There was one thing you could never say about my gram, and that was the idea that she wasn't a fighter. She was more than a soldier; she was a five star general braving D-Day in World War II. And when I visited her in the hospital, she flashed me a thumbs up and didn't even wince when the nurse stuck the IV needle in.

"Gotta get my fluids," she said. "You've been hydrating, too, I hope."