About 2 or 3 weeks ago, my grandmother was diagnosed with lung cancer. She was a year away from being 80 and a few months away from celebrating her 60th wedding anniversary. This woman was very cruel and manipulative, and I dare say abusive, but she was still like a second mother to me. She took me in when I was couch hopping and no one wanted me and took care of me in exchange for me taking care of her. She was terribly disabled and her mind was pretty terrible due to a bout of spinal meningitis she had a year before my birth.

She'd already battled with cancer twice before, breast cancer when she was young, and then uterine cancer back in 2015. She didn't do chemo for the latter case due to her age.

Once we moved, her health and strength started leaving her fast, and she'd been diagnosed with pneumonia twice. She never truly recovered, and soon she stopped being able to eat, that's when we found the cancer.

The cancer was very aggressive, and was already covering over half of her lungs and moved to the bone of her lungs. She passed away rather peacefully on the 21st of this month. We held the funeral yesterday, and buried her today about 4 hours away in the same cemetery as her parents and sibling(s).

Things have been hard since we started our move, and i'm terribly depressed as I grieve for her. But tbh, I'm glad she's done fighting and I can finally finish grieving. Watching someone die day after day is taxing and pretty dang traumatic, at least for me it was.