I had been dreading this day for over a year. It all started the night I got back from a band trip. “Sit down, I have something to tell you,” my mom said with caring eyes. I knew something was wrong, but I could not place my finger on it. She sat down next to me and I could see the sadness in her eyes finally she choked out “Mamaw has lung cancer,”. For a moment I sat there thinking I had heard her wrong and then every emotion hit me at once. I curled up in my moms arms crying my eyes out while she tried to convince me there was still hope. I loved my grandmother, or mamaw as I called her, but she had a habit of smoking and the whole family knew it would hurt her eventually. We had tried for years to convince her to stop, but by the time she did it was too late. …show more content…
She always had this drive in her to keep going and never let anything get in her way. That was one of the things I loved most about her and lucky for me I seem to have that same drive. She was losing that and become a person I did not know. I think that the cancer had taken all of that fight out of her and now she was just an empty shell of who she used to be. After a year of battling she finally