I haven't been able to go online as frequently as I'd like to - I do miss coming here daily.

But, I felt my conscience drift to another matter, of greater importance and worry for me.

My grandmother, a patient of lung (and brain) cancer, has lapsed into her final days. I can feel the gloom hanging above her literally - she's silent, and hasn't taken a sip of water or a piece of food for... a while.

I feel a rant coming on, but it won't help my grandmother get any better.

We thought that from that state onwards, she'd go downhill.

It doesn't seem to be that way.

Today, little miracles happened. She raised her hand up to hold my hand. She made an attempt to speak - and almost did.

I wanted to hug her for the effort - it must've been really tough on her - and wanted to tell her to keep trying.

She went back to sleep right after that.

It breaks my heart to see that she's trying, even if she's fighting a losing battle.

Yet, it warms to see her look a little happier after trying.

I felt like sharing this - Miracles are made to be seen, and to be shared. Everyone loves good news, no?