The bonds that hold a family together can be very thin, but during times of tragedy they become much stronger. My family had to experience this after the death of two of my family members, both in the year 2010. With the events leading up to their death’s I realized how people try to cling to life and how easily death can change someone. Since the moment my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer, she proved to be the strongest in the family. She had always been the link that kept our family together, and after her diagnosis, she made that job her main priority. The doctors found the cancer when it had already metastasized to her bladder. But at that point we were not that worried, the cancer was still relatively small which meant that she could still be cured. The cancer could not be removed through surgery because it was too big for that; so the doctors recommended chemotherapy to prevent it from growing and possibly reducing its size. The effects of the therapy on her body did not take long to become visible. My grandmother had to shave her head because her hair began to fall, and her body looked exhausted, as if part of her liveliness had been sucked away from her. Nonetheless, it was worth it, because the treatment was working. The tumor was shrinking and the smaller it got, the greater our hopes became. Maybe that was the reason why we felt immensely crushed when the doctors said that the tumor suddenly started to grow again and that it was spreading throughout her body. We had built our hopes up and collided with reality, a very painful collision. It did not take long for the cancer to reach her brain, at that point, there was no going back. She started receiving radiotherapy to prolong her life as much as possible, but she did not have more that six months. The pain she felt was unbearable, or so said the doctors, because even at that point my grandmother would never let you know she was suffering. She only did it so we would