My uncle has had a brain tumour for the past 4 years, it was found to be incurable and he was given at the most, 10 years to live.
So, we plodded along, tried to put it to the back of our minds, 10 years is a long time right? well a couple of weeks ago he was taken into hospital, whilst there he had a suspected stroke, lost his speech, parts of his memory and the feeling down his right side leaving him bed-ridden and unable to hold a cup etc...so now they're giving him a few months , they've offered him more chemo but they don't know if it will do any good, if it did all it would do is give him a few more months to live and now they think they've found a secondry tumour meaning he's pretty much had it .
My grandad is in his 70's and has had a bad heart as well as being riddled with arthritis. He had a heart attack a couple of years ago and had a pace-maker fitted, now he's ill again and suffering from chest pains etc, he's like a father to me and I'm terrified I'm going to lose him, my own dad died before I was a teenager and I can't face the thought of going through it again.
My grandma, also in her 70's is more or less having a breakdown over the stress of my uncle, you would do if you knew your son was dying and I honestly don't think she'll cope when it happens. I have this horrible, morbid thought about losing the 3 of them pretty much one after another.
I feel so sad right now, I keep thinking back to my grandads boxing day parties that he used to hold for us kids, the way my uncle used to play jokes on people sending false letters asking for £millions from the water company for a laugh and taking the light bulbs out of peoples houses so they thought they'd ran out of electric. I keep thinking back to 15 years ago, all smiley faces, everyone fit and healthy and happy and now look at us.
I feel so sad