It seemed as if nothing could faze her. She was “the rock” of our family. She never told anyone about her illness because she did not want anyone to worry. However, we all had a feeling that she was sick. As time passed, my grandmother’s condition grew progressively worse. She lost her ability to walk, and she could no longer feed herself. The doctor expressed to my mother, “I regret to inform you, but your mom has stage four lung cancer. She does not have much time to live.”Madea refused to undergo chemotherapy because she did not want to lose her long, silver hair. She was unaware of the fact that not every treatment causes alopecia. Madea also believed it would make her more sick than she already was. As an alternative, the doctors agreed to provide her with morphine to help manage her pain during the days leading up to her final hours. She did not want to suffer. Madea passed away on a cold, December night. It was a week from
