The day my whole life changed.

On June 17th, 2011, my whole world changed. I found out that my grandpa whom I lived with had a brain tumor. On June 26th, 2011, my grandpa, Robert George, had a biopsy to determine whether or not the tumor was benign or malignant. The tumor in fact was cancerous; a low grade glioma. The doctor told us that this was something he'd be able to live with for several years. But, throughout the next four months, the man that I loved, looked up to, and looked to for safety went down hill fast. His radiation and chemotherapy treatments just made him even more sick. He lost all movement on the left side of his body, and was soon sleeping in a hospital bed in his room, with daily visits from hospice nurses. My grandpa passed away on November 5th, 2011, after a short four month battle with a cancer that he was supposed to be able to live with for several years. I began to wonder, did chemotherapy and radiation just kill my grandpa faster?