Oh, well imagine as i'm pacing the kitchen with a phone in hand and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words, "your grandmother has cancer." "Oh." Says the daughter to the mother. "And yes but what a shame, what a shame she starts chemo next week." I chime in with a, "haven't you people ever heard of a better way of putting it?" "No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality." There is no good way to say it. Cancer is the definition of all things evil. There's no better way to put it. Well, there might be. But nothing good ever comes from cancer. I don't know how to take it. I know she's a really strong woman (where do you think my mo got it from? I, on the other hand didn't inherit that), but does that always matter in the long run? I can't help but to be pesimistic with this situation when all I want to have is a positive outlook. I just won't say anything at all.