A Grandmothers Love "I have cancer," My grandmother told me one rainy day. I did not want to believe that she could die from this, and she would not believe it either. After all, this was my grandmother. I did not know grandma until I was seven years old, my Mother was very sick and in the hospital, the doctors were not sure if mom would make it. That was when I met grandma.We were living in New Jersey and grandma lived in California. She flew all the way out to be with us. She would take me on imaginary picnics. We would walk to the woods near our house and sit down on the rocks; she would take out the imaginary picnic items and hand items to me. We would sit there and talk ab ...view middle of the document...
Just starting my new life I saw much of grandma, she helped my find a job as a Certified Nursing Assistant at a local nursing home where she had volunteered. I had an apartment not too far from where she lived so we kept in touch. Our relationship changed but it was for the good our adult relationship was just as satisfying as my childhood relationship with her. A couple of years later I met and married a man, and had my first child. Grandma was there thru all of these life's events. Then I got the news that my Mother was sick again, so I moved back to Arkansas to be with her.Grandma and I kept in touch. I moved back to California three years later. Again my grandma was my pillar of strength, she helped me through my divorce and was there to be my guide with raising my two daughters. I felt as though she knew everything. Until the day, that she told me that she had cancer that is.I knew that there were no guarantees that she would live; the cancer was in her lungs. We now spent our time talking about all of the good memories that we shared over the years, and cherished every moment as though it were the last that we would have. She endured many months of chemotherapy her hair and nails fell out, she wore a turban to cover her head and fake nails to cover the ones that she was missing. As the disease progressed, I spent more time with her. My three employers were not very giving but it did not matter to me, I had to be there for her as she had been there for me all of those years.The chemotherapy had not worked as we had hoped it would and the cancer had spread throughout her body. That is when she told me of family history and things that she would miss. Grandma...
