Well in the past week my grandfather passed away from kidney failure and cancer. He was only 66. They found out he has cancer about 1 months ago and told him it was at stage 4 which is the last stage. They told him he could go chemo and radiation treatments. So he started them only 2 days into them he was back in the hospital for kidney failure. They ran test and found cancer had spread to his bones. So he was told if you want to fight you will only live for 2-4 weeks. Well he didn't want to fight, whats the point if your going to die any way? He didn't want people to remember him on his death bed. So hospice came to his home and did the set up so he would be comfortable when he went. He was in really bad pain was he was drugged up with pain meds. I went to go see him it was really hard to see someone that has so strong laying there helpless. Knowing he was going to die killed me. Knowing that would be the last time I see him killed me. It was very bittersweet. I know that I was very lucky to say my goodbyes and that i loved him. but it still hurts. The thing that kills me too is that my grandma is going to come home to an empty home ( he is getting buried in mass.) To know that her whole is crumbing all around her yet there is not one thing she can do to stop it. I know this will take time to get better. I just miss him. I know he is in no more pain and he is in a better place. Looking down on everyone. He is always with me and I know that. I'll write more tomorrow to upset nowRIP Papa


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