My mom called me during work yesterday sometime in the afternoon. It's definitely cancer. It's bad. The doctors are very discouraged. We won't know until tomorrow whether it's small-cell or non-small-cell lung cancer. He has a PET scan yesterday that will tell us if it's spread anywhere else other than his right lung. We were told that the cancer was at it's final stage and life expectancy is about 3-4 months.
Neither of us wanted to upset my Grandfather any further, so I think by telling him he has cancer is at least the right thing to do but the time he's going to be around we dare not share with him. We want him to live to the fullest.
I am extraordinarily close to my grandfather I see him frequently, talk to him several times a year and though I realize how lucky we still have him, I still can't believe that the only Granparents I have is leaving us. He doesn't look sick. We just took for granted that he is so healthy all the time. We just never know, when it comes, it comes.
But again ... Cancer sucks.
Neither of us wanted to upset my Grandfather any further, so I think by telling him he has cancer is at least the right thing to do but the time he's going to be around we dare not share with him. We want him to live to the fullest.
I am extraordinarily close to my grandfather I see him frequently, talk to him several times a year and though I realize how lucky we still have him, I still can't believe that the only Granparents I have is leaving us. He doesn't look sick. We just took for granted that he is so healthy all the time. We just never know, when it comes, it comes.
But again ... Cancer sucks.
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