Grandmas Roughtest Days

Grandma had never had such rough days. She could barely sit up, refused to eat, turned grouchy. She had never been grumpy before. The cancer was playing havoc in her brain now. Nothing gave her pleasure. She refused to eat. Her voice had changed; it was a growly one. Deep from within, another person’s voice. She writhed and moaned in her sleep. Nothing gave her comfort until Jim figured it out. He sneaked Grandma’s cat in. She had a lovely twenty minutes. Then she passed, happily, with a smile on her face. The first one we had seen in six months of hospital visits.