A Brain tumor....

Ehh I guess I could say life could be better but here’s an update…

Last week I found out my grandma has a brain tumor. I began to cry as soon as my mom told me. You see my grandmother is like my second mother, since I do not have a father. She’s always been there for me no matter that. I love her and I know that I need her as a part of my life.

Unfortunately ever since we found out about the tumor she has been very harsh to the family. Her name calling and constant refusal has been the hardest thing to get around. She refuses to let us help her, and believe me that’s all we want to do is help but she just won’t let us. She gave me a nickname I really don’t like “Nurse Ratchet” because I’m constantly “Bossing” her around. Well I have to be sure she takes her medicine and if we have a doctor appointment then she needs to listen so she could get dressed. She says things to me that I don’t like but I know deep down inside that it’s the tumor talking and not her. But for right now I can’t help but to feel that it is her really talking. I try real hard it’s just getting harder and harder.

At this point I’m letting myself scream, cry and bleed on the inside but on the outside I remain calm and cool. Like nothing wrong && everything’s going to be okay.

But today I found out things might not be okay. Things are gonna start moving quickly. We need to get things moving, we have 4 days until she should be having surgery but god only knows if we’ll get things done that fast.

Now we must rush but at the same time we must wait. Yet time is of the essences….