Blog Entry: So, My Grandma Died Today...

So, My Grandma Died Today... She was an amazing woman, she fought breast cancer a few years ago, and then at the end of May in 2011 she found out it had come back in other parts of her body. It wasn't terrible then, but more recently we found out the reason she was having seizures was because she also had it in her brain, and it was spreading to her liver and other places. The day after Christmas, she was hospitalized, and I'm pretty sure my mom spent every one of those days with her when she was in the hospital. We visited her on Monday, and she was pretty disoriented (my mom said it was a lot more so than the day before when she had been there), but the doctor said she would be able to be in hospice at home in a few days. And then on Tuesday night we found out that the reason she was so disoriented was because the tumor in her brain had spread and she had lost consciousness... They didn't think she would ever wake up. I cried myself to sleep last night, falling asleep at 2 in the morning. I set an alarm for 5 to wake up and get stuff done before school, slept through it, and got up at 6:30, an hour and a half late. <_< I was rushing around, freaking out, and then my mom got the call from my aunt... that she passed away in her sleep.

I've probably cried or at least had tears in my eyes at least 5 hours today. And I'm not exaggerating. I didn't go to school today for that reason, because I was/kind of still am an emotional wreck.

Here's the weird thing about this; she's not actually my real grandma. She was my mom's dad's second wife. My mom's real mom was his first... he's now on his fourth. So she's my ex-step-grandma. But we've kept in touch with her and she is actually one of the most amazing women I've ever met, she wouldn't hurt a fly and was always thoughtful about everything.

What really sucks about this is that this grandmother-figure of mine taught at my school for 15 years, up until this year when she took/is taking medical leave all year for the cancer. So most of the kids in my grade know her. And the majority of those kids hated her as a teacher. I can sort of understand that because she taught math, but I had her too last year, and I thought she was just fine. Just because she taught more than joked around and acted perky did not mean that was a bad class. If there is one thing I hate (the word "hate" isn't in my vocabulary on most occasions, but I think after this hellful day I can make an exception), it's that people judged her just because of that and told me TO MY FACE that they didn't like her, that they felt sorry for me for having her as my grandmother. Well, I feel sorry for them for having parents that obviously did not raise them to be respectful human beings.

She was 60 years old. Too. Fucking. Young.