Several months ago my grandma was diagnosed with terminal bowel cancer. She is having chemo but she isn't the person she used to be and it breaks my heart to see her the way she is, she used to be so active for her age and I don't understand why she deserves such a horrible disease she has never done anything wrong.

I'm only fifteen years old and I'm struggling trying to come to terms with the fact she is terminally ill. Throughout most of my life I have lived with my nan and I always thought of her like a second mother to me and my memory is full of fond memories of her and even though she is still moving around she is a shadow of her former self.

I guess I wrote this to get my feelings off my chest and it feels as though I'm talking to a good listener, and my family is really supportive but sometimes I cannot hold back the tears and accept the reality I may lose my wonderful grandma to this horrible disease.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and I apologise if It seemed as if I was rambling