My children's grandmother, their father's mother, a woman who has been a constant soucre of love and understanding for all of us is dying.

She has cancer.

It's in her brain, her liver, her pancreas and her bones.

There is no bouncing back from this cancer, as she did from her bout of breast cancer six years ago, it is just a matter of time.

Today, tomorrow, next month maybe next year no one knows for sure.

I've never dealt with something like this before.

I've lost love ones but it's always been sudden, there on day gone the next.

This is torturous.

Tortuous because I am dealing with the loss of my "other" mother and because I have to deal with my children watching their grandmother die.

In some ways it is worse.