"I can tell you're worried by the shape of your mouth." Seeing my grandparents interact is so beautiful, which makes seeing my grandparents have to part because my grandpa is stuck in the hospital, heart wrenching. This is brutal. Everyone, including my grandpa, realizes he is dying. Stuck in a hospital. But you can't not visit him. He is going to die soon. How could anyone not spend every waking moment with such a hero? It's uncomfortable and sad and horrible. He is our hero. Rock. This isn't something we can "get over eventually." I'm so worried because I don't know if my grandma will continue to function after this. It just reminds me of Mr and Mrs. Ording. My grandma went right from living with her parents to living and depending on my grandfather. I am so scared she will give up. Cancer is the most evil thing I have ever known. I wish I had prayer or something. To put this into the hands of someone else. But I don't believe it. I can only hope my grandpa is as strong as everyone says he is. He has survived so much already. Will he continue the fight? This is so disgusting. Cancer is so fucking vile. I really want to be strong for this. I want to be there for my mom, grandma, aunt and uncle. They have already dealt with their fair share of cancer and loss. Why must they be stricken with more? This is why I don't believe in god. Good people should not be forced to deal with constant evil. Fucked up.