This week I found out that my Grandma has cancer. Bowel cancer which has spread to her liver. There is nothing they can do about the cancer in the liver, there is too much of it. Work starts on trying to make the bowel cancer bearable in the next couple of weeks but the prognosis is not good. I don't want to be brave.
I know the next few months are going to be awful. I don't know how to deal with it though. I don't feel strong enough. I don't want to be brave.
I want someone to make it all better. To fix it.
I want her fixed.