My grandmother is such a fighter, I couldn’t be more proud.  The doctors gave her two days to live over a week ago, and she is still fighting to stay with us.  A part of me wants to tell her its okay, if she has to leave, because we will all be okay and we all love her very much.  She’s gotten to the point where she is afraid to fall asleep.  And now I can’t even sleep knowing that she can’t.  I haven’t felt this helpless since I was a little girl.  I just want to do something to somehow make her better and push the cancer away but I can’t and it kills me.