Last year my grandmother, the woman who raised me, underwent a major heart surgery after a minor stroke. According to the doctor, the chance to survive this surgery was less than 40%. I was totally unprepared and confused. I had never thought about the possibility of losing her. I hardly slept that night. I was trying to prepare myself for what the future held in store. Trying to digest before eating. On the day of the surgery I had an important exam that I could not miss. Just before the exam I received this photo from my mom. Granny was taking care of her hair, mere hours after having risked her life.