"Black Rabbit" wrote:Aww. My grandmother died at the age of 52, I think. ): But at least your mom is in a better place, right? ^___^ Terminal cancer? D: Both my grandmothers passed away from cancer, as well.

Anyways, I'm glad you are okay. *hugs*
My dad was 53 when he passed, and I was only 17. He certainly was not a grampa!

My parents had me when they were older.
I know my mom is in a better place and more importantly, that she is no longer suffering.
It was "terminal" because when she was diagnosed it was already a stage 4 cancer (this type of cancer only has 4 stages) Simply put, it had spread from the originally infected organ to several others. Cancer sucks.
"Astro Forever" wrote:You're welcome. It really was the least I could do, and I don't think it was that much.
Oh I did notice the poem as well, and found it beautiful, but I guess we all had in mind to comfort you first and foremost.
Sometimes the smallest gestures make a world of difference.
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On another note...
My mom and I had started a project (actually, she started it).
Basically she took notes of day to day experience with her sickness, and gradually she began to physically tremble too much to write, so I took over.
Now I have over 50 pages of notes, which I plan on writing into a book. The idea was to share first hand as it happens, the experience and cruelty of a disease such as this one.
This kind of literature, I later found out from a chaplain at the hospital, is called 'Phenomenology'- sharing the experience as it happens rather than after the fact.
I won't be posting it here, because it is much too graphic, but once it's done I will add the link to my website on this thread.