So my Grandma got her knee fixed a month or three ago. Now she's back in the hospital on her death bed (probably because of the surgery). She really didn't ever want to have the surgery in the first place.
A month or three ago? Sounds like the only person you give a fuck about is you. Also you don't even know what she's dying of, I doubt it's because of her knee.
Grow the fuck up, life isn't always about YOU!