I have been trying to convince myself that this is the case, that if I just somehow don’t talk about my grandmother’s cancer, that it just won’t be true.
Sadly, I obviously know this isn’t the case.

My nana was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer in March and while my grandmother is 93 years old, it still came as a shock to myself and everyone who knows her that she is mortal.
Nana is just that amazing.

She is one of the most generous, kind, loving, open, honest, and strong-willed people you will ever meet. She’s argumentative, and intense, and full of spitfire and spirit,
the kind of spirit most of us wish we had the nerve to embody-
overflowing with life.

She’s the belle of the ball, always the center of attention no matter where she goes.
She’s the first person you want to say hello to and the last person you would ever what to tell goodbye…

And, now cancer has crept in and it’s attacking her body rapidly,
and it’s threatening to steal my beloved nana from our family.

There is not one of us who didn’t expect nana to die one day,
but there is not one of us who expected it to be like this.

I traveled down to Georgia this week with my mom and two sisters so that we could.
Say goodbye.

And it hurts my heart to even think about that,
to even think of the last moments I spent with her,
as I put my hand on hers and to know I won’t likely see her again.

We know how truly blessed we have all been to have shared so many years with nana,
but it doesn’t make it hurt any less.
Loss.is.loss.

I just pray that she goes peacefully and that our family members who have already gone before her will be there to welcome her home to her Father.

Please join me in prayer for my nana as well as any families facing a terminal cancer diagnosis.
It knows no boundaries.

“Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” ~ John 14.27