Grandma Nancy, right

I am starting to work on my project for my First Aid/Cpr class.  It involves writing about a disease/condition of your choice.  After some thought, my first inclination was something pregnancy related, I decided on the topic of brain cancer.  It is so hard for me, I am coming up on the 7th anniversary of my dear grandma Nancy's death from brain cancer on Feb 8th.  She fought so hard and had beaten lung cancer, but it spread to her brain and by the time the diagnosis was made, it was too late to do much about it.  The anniversary is approaching and I recently found out that a friend's mother was recently diagnosed with brain cancer after beating breast cancer.  Before they knew it, she was placed in hospice, and life is forever different for them and their young children.  I so longed to say something, offer words of comfort, anything, but words are cheap, and never enough in situations such as this.  As I sat there in the room with this person, I was on the verge of tears.  I still have dreams, and lately they have been frequent.  Seeing my dear grandmother, telling her how much I adored her, and trying my best to make her well.  I know they are dreams, but it sure is nice to spend those moments with her, and to tell her things that were never said, do things that were not done.  I think right now, this project is about trying to work through these feelings, more than any sort of grade I may receive for it.