It seems everyone around me is dying slowly. First, my piano teacher's husband, who died in china from a brain hemmorhage. He was in his mid-forties. Then there's my parents' specialist, Dr. Condon (don't make fun of his name, i'm not kidding) who died from a heart attack. He was in his fifties. Then, I find out my grandpa's (mom's side of the family) been diagnosed with lung cancer a few weeks ago. Just recently, I find out the cancer mestasised (is that correct grammar?) to his brain. He has two months to live, at most. I've never been very close to him, but seeing my mother so heartbroken is painful too. My mom decided to go back to china