i hate being so honest

i'm at my mom's house right now for the weekend. my grandma didn't come along to pick me up, i didn't expect her to. when i called my grandma last night she broke down crying when she told me that my uncle had throat cancer. i wasn't really thinking of her feelings after she told me because i said to her without thinking, "well, we all gotta die from something. that's what smoking does to you." she came back with, "well, when he started smoking- they didn't know that it killed you." she can't honestly tell me that he didn't suspect that it harmed you in some way back when he started smoking back then. my grandma told me not to say anything about my uncle having cancer but my mom told me today and the last time that i came to her house that she thinks that my uncle has cancer. it's not something that you can really hide from someone. i don't know what he's going to do about it, i think that he just might not go in for treatment because he seems like the stubborn type. i shouldn't have been so honest right away because i don't know if someone has throat cancer that they will definitely die and i don't know that he's definitely going to die of this cancer. this is the same uncle that upset me with his racist commments when it came to the presidential election, if my grandma loses him, she'd have lost two sons and a husband. i don't know what she'll do and i really don't want to find out.