My grandma Rosie, a cherished part of my life, has been battling cancer with remarkable courage. Growing up, her pies and stories were my comfort. When she was diagnosed, I watched her struggle through chemo, never complaining despite her suffering.

One week ago, I received the wonderful news that Grandma Rosie had completed her treatment and was about to ring the bell for cancer survivors. I rushed to the hospital with flowers, eager to celebrate, only to find that none of my family members had come. They were all too busy with their own lives—my parents were flying to Hawaii, my aunt and uncle were at a baby shower, and my siblings were on a vacation.

Heartbroken but determined to make Grandma’s day special, I spent time with her in the hospital, keeping up the pretense that everyone was on their way. After leaving the hospital, I stopped by a café, crafted a little deception, and texted the family group chat, claiming Grandma was going to the ER and asking for money for hospital bills.

The responses were immediate—my relatives sent money without hesitation. I used the funds to treat Grandma to croissants and a surprise beachside resort vacation, which she adored.

The next morning, I posted pictures of our trip on the family group chat. My family exploded with accusations, calling me a liar and a swindler. I confronted them with the truth: they had promised to celebrate Grandma’s victory but had failed to show up. Their absence was a painful reminder of their selfishness.

Grandma, unaware of the full extent of the family’s reaction, was touched by the vacation and the love I showed her. When a lawyer arrived to discuss modifying Grandma’s will, I was left anxious about the aftermath.

Despite everything, seeing Grandma happy and relaxed made it all worthwhile. I’d do anything for her, and I hope my family will reflect on their actions and learn the lesson they so clearly needed.