My grandmother was my person, I loved her more than anything in this earth. Her health started deteriorating about 8 months prior to her passing and despite seeing what was happening before my eyes I couldn't believe or accept it. I just knew that she wa me going to recover, at least that's what I asked God for. She was diagnosed with lung cancer at the age of 88 and later found that it had spread to her brain. Due to her diminishing ability to think and complete everyday tasks her children made the decision to have radiation on her whole brain. This was what we Thought was best and encouraged by her Dr. anyway....a couple months later she could no longer speak complete sentences nor feed herself on bad days. I watched this happen and despite it all I still had hope. She was soon under hospice care at home bc that is where she wanted to be....her dr said her outcome would be much better with this type of care. She had a great them of nurses and family with her at all times. She ate well, and fought hard and even smiled from time to time. Well, in January she started getting worse. I tried to be here as much as possible with her and tell her I loved her every chance I got. I got a call one day that she had a really bad day....I came straight back to the house and didn't want to leave. A day and half later while surrounded by her closest loved ones she took her last breath. I sat at the head of her bed, caressing her hair and hoping she could hear me telling her how much she meant to me and how loved she was. I will never forget that moment. Now, weeks later that is all I can think about....that sad, painful last day and the last minutes and the last breath. I replay it over and over. Will this ever stop?? I don't want to ever forget any of it but will I ever get over seeing that and watching her go through this?? I have an anxiety disorder and this has been tough....I don't know what to do.