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  • Essay / Cancer: The Life of My Grandma Jo - 824

    My Grandma Jo is tall and frail, with an incredibly sweet personality, she could convince anyone and you can't stay mad at her more than two minutes because his heart is a pot of gold. My grandmother Jo has a smile that would light up the world. It was hard to see my grandmother so sick lying in a hospital bed without her little rosy cheeks and missing blush, even though my grandmother still looked like a princess. There was much more heartbreaking news that hit me and my family, when my grandmother had During surgery they removed her lung, they had hoped they would have caught it all , unfortunately, this was a false prediction. Life at that time was so cruel, the cancer had spread so quickly to my grandmother's other lung. Cancer is a horrible, life-threatening disease that affects the lives of so many people and their families. It's an indescribable feeling that no one should ever have to go down this path and suffer. Shortly after my grandmother began a six-month round of chemotherapy, my hope still hadn't gone.