Hello my beautiful readers,
Wow it’s been a while. I feel like a foreigner. I don’t even know where to begin. So much has happened and there’s so much to tell.
First and foremost, I’d like to say that I’ve been very busy the past few months. Life has definitely thrown me a curve ball and I didn’t quite catch it.
On January 14, 2017 my beloved grandmother passed away at 4:20p.m. at University Hospital in London, Ontario. She had brain and lung cancer. Both were NOT terminal and she had basically beaten the lung cancer. She was scheduled January 13, 2017 for brain surgery to remove the brain tumour. Ironically enough, she died of pneumonia. It’s a type of pneumonia that cancer patients and other immunocompromised people are susceptible too. It’s kind of annoying that she died of a cancer-related complication rather than cancer itself. Did I mention she had already beaten bowel cancer? She was diagnosed in May of 2016 and after almost 2 weeks in hospital for breathing complications, she decided it was time to go.
I remember that morning so clearly. It doesn’t even feel like it’s been a month. It’s not a long story, I’m just not ready to share the story. All you need to know is that she went on her own terms. That afternoon when my mother & I arrived at the hospital, my grandma said she was tired and she was ready to go see her mom and her ex husband, also known as my grandfather. It was a very, very emotional day. She was surrounded by family from all over, Hamilton, Oakville to name a few. Gosh I didn’t expect writing this was going to be so hard.
I cried that afternoon but I stopped midway through and that was it. I didn’t cry the next day when I went to the funeral home, it just comes in waves. Sometimes I just start crying and I don’t really know why.
I’d like to silently thank all of the friends and family who were there for my grandmother that day.
Seriously though, FUCK CANCER.