My Grandma is an amazing person, loves Jesus, loves her family, and is full of servanthood and humility. A true example of being Christ to those around you. We just lost my Grandpa last June, and I know that she misses him a lot. The family's trying to make decisions together (with a lot of conference calls, as they live in Nebraska, Portland, Medford, and two of their children here). This is tough.
I was reading in James 1 yesterday, and lately I've been praying for God to do whatever He wills with Grandma, whether it be healing, or taking away her pain, or whatever (kind of wishy-washy). But James says, "If you don't know what you're doing, pray to the Father. He loves to help. You'll get his help, and won't be condescended to when you ask for it. Ask boldly, believing, without a second thought. People who "worry their prayers" are like wind-whipped waves. Don't think you're going to get anything from the Master that way, adrift at sea, keeping all your options open." (Message) That has convicted me to pray for Grandma's healing. God will answer how He wants to, but that's how I'm going to pray. Boldly.