User blog comment:Forestpaw13/Oh.... no.../@comment-1829516-20100515173348

My Grandma died of Cancer...And I was only four years old, she was so nice, you didn't even have to say please and she would give you what you wanted...But one day she felt sick, my Grand-dad made Mac and cheese but she felt too sick to eat it, it was the start of it all... We went to the doctors and they said we needed to go to the emergency room, then we found Cancer, *sniffs* One day I decided to stay at school, and when I came back my mom took my down the street to Grandma and Grand-dads house, she sat in the car and told me Grandma died.... I didn't know how to take it, I understood it so well for being four, when we went to her furneral my mom cried...It was the first time i've seen her cry, because I lost my grandma, and she was only 53 years old...And my mom lost her mother... I think about her a lot, I only had her four years of my life, but then my grand-dad spent more time with me...He found a new wife, and my new grandma, and I love her too, but I will never forget how cancer changed my life.....