My heart can't handle it anymore...

Over the last few days I have been in suspense wondering about whether or not my grandma has cancer. I talked to my mom yesterday and she confirmed that it is and then told me this morning that it isn't the worst kind of liver cancer, but also not the better kind either. For some reason or other my family is meant to be plagued by this awful word. I think I am in denial because I can't bring myself to cry. I just sit here thinking about all of the many times I have taken her for granted and not appreciated everything she has done. Not to make matters worse, my grandpa isn't doing that well either. He has been in a nursing home for almost a year now and isn't getting any better. I don't know how to spell it, but he has a heart problem and it is getting worse. Logan, Reid and I went and saw him on Friday last week and he didn't even aknowledge us. He usually lights up when my little Reid is around and he didn't even do that. I don't know how to take this. My grandpa is dying and barely hanging on and now my grandma has terminal cancer. Both of my grandparents on my dad's side have passed away from this horrible disease and my mom had cancer about six years ago. I am so tired of hearing people I love getting this. Anyway, that is my sap story, I guess it is just part of life!!