I lost Grandma Rose to cancer a couple of years ago.
She was my last surviving grandparent, and as I helplessly watched cancer emaciate this once vibrant woman to a skeleton-like seventy pounds, I sat by her bedside and recited poetry, read Scripture, and sang worship songs. I felt helpless as bladder cancer invaded her body, plundered her mind, and would eventually snuff out the burning embers of nearly eighty-three years of life.