My Grandmother

Around two months ago my grandmother passed away. She, at least in my eyes, was the greatest grandmother in the world, and I miss her greatly now. Her decline started at last christmas. We always go to her house, then my other grandparents the next day, and the day in question was her turn. She was normal for the most part, but we started to notice some strange things after dinner. She was slow to respond, and her speech was slightly slurred.
Before this point we she had probably been the healthiest out of my grandparents, and had no health issues to speak of. My grandfather on that side has Stage 4 cancer, and was expected to live six months, the deadline was more than eighteen months ago. We brought my grandmother to the hospital two days later, the day after christmas. They scanned her body, and found that she had a tumor in her brain. We were shocked, especially my mother. They decided to operate on it.
After the operation my grandmother was never the same, she became childish, but she was still my grandmother and tried to still do the same things. When she couldn't because of what her body was turning into she often cried a lot. I only know this because my mom told us what was going on. She basically lived at her house during the decline. I only got to see my grandmother on her good days when she thought it was ok for me to visit.
She continued to decline until she slipped into a strange comma like state. She couldn't move or even think. All she did was moan and lay there with her eyes closed. She didn't recongnize any of us. For the two weeks she was like this I don't think I ever saw my mother not crying. Then the doctors decided to put in this pump think that got the excess fluid out of her skull, which was what was causing the state. After that she started to recognize us again, but the dimentia was even worse she died a few weeks later.