My grandad got a cancer diagnosis last March and we’ve been so lucky that he’s held on this long and kept going while he could.
But now he can’t. He got taken into hospital yesterday, told he’ll probably not leave, and we’ve been told he has days left.
He is 88, his cancer has spread everywhere, he’s in so much pain and is struggling to eat and breathe. My mum and nanny have been to see him late last night on doctors recommendation so we all know it’s very nearly time.
This is the worst waiting game in the world- one we never want to come an end, yet knowing how truly unwell he is, knowing he’ll be at peace and wanting the pain to end for him, wishing that it wasn’t so prolonged now.
Not really sure why I’m posting- just in a bit of a limbo I suppose.