The summer I found out my grandmother had cancer, I was living in Arizona. Was it really Grandma? I asked myself over and over again. I hadn't seen my grandmother in three years. My father and I described how that evil tumor had ravaged my grandmother's body and how the cancer had spread. I covered my eyes with my hands to stop the tears, but it was as if I could still see the horrible scenes. These scenes kept coming and going in my dreams until all I could see was a flash of red.