My Grandpa saw the doctors today.
My eyes have been a non-stop tearfest since.
I am going from devastated. To pissed off at cancer and why cancer even exists. To in shock.
And the cycle keeps.repeating.itself.
My heart is torn to pieces.
It's breaking from the pain.
To imagine what my poor Grandpa is going through.
And my poor Dad.
Cancer has not been kind to a lot of people I know.
And I just want it.to.go.away.
Here is an excerpt from my mom's e-mail to us tonight:
"Anyway, as we suspected it is not good news. They said it's Stage 4, small cell cancer that has spread to the lymph nodes around his pancreas (I didn't even know we had lymph nodes there) and it's also in his bones.Without chemo, they would expect him to live only 2-4 months. With chemo, they really don't know because they don't know how the cancer will react. They're starting treatments tomorrow (Friday). "
So, as you read this, could you spare a prayer?
Please? For my Grandpa? For my Dad?
Because we really need them.
I cannot stop crying. I am sitting here with the tears falling down my face.
I love you, Grandpa. And I am here praying my hardest for you.
And Dad? I am praying for you, too.
Thank you for the prayers.
And sorry this post was all over the place.