We just got the news today. He is scheduled for a biopsy on Monday to see how serious it is, but from the CT scan, it appeared that it was pretty large. And from what I've heard, it seems like there will probably be nothing the doctors can do...in other words, it's a death sentence most likely.
My grandpa and I were always close, too. Unfortunately, he and my grandma is live in Spring Hill, Florida whereas I live in High Point, North Carolina, so I don't get to see them but twice a year usually. My grandma has been crying all day and my mom is also having a really hard time.
He has lost 40 pounds over the last five months (he went from 185 to 145, and his is 6'2") and has lost all his appetite. My grandma has to basically force him to eat, because he has no will to eat. He sweats a whole lot at night and always feels very tired. I saw him at Christmas and noticed how he had lost weight (he was about 165 then) and he really didn't feel like doing much. He was always active, especially for a 76 year old. I went fishing with him; he was always doing things and seemed like he would live forever. I guess I was wrong, which was obviously the case as no one lives forever.
I can only hope I get to see him one last time before he dies, which will probably be in late March, so hopefully it is not that bad. I hope they can cure it. Sorry, I just had to vent my feelings somewhere...
My grandpa and I were always close, too. Unfortunately, he and my grandma is live in Spring Hill, Florida whereas I live in High Point, North Carolina, so I don't get to see them but twice a year usually. My grandma has been crying all day and my mom is also having a really hard time.
He has lost 40 pounds over the last five months (he went from 185 to 145, and his is 6'2") and has lost all his appetite. My grandma has to basically force him to eat, because he has no will to eat. He sweats a whole lot at night and always feels very tired. I saw him at Christmas and noticed how he had lost weight (he was about 165 then) and he really didn't feel like doing much. He was always active, especially for a 76 year old. I went fishing with him; he was always doing things and seemed like he would live forever. I guess I was wrong, which was obviously the case as no one lives forever.
I can only hope I get to see him one last time before he dies, which will probably be in late March, so hopefully it is not that bad. I hope they can cure it. Sorry, I just had to vent my feelings somewhere...
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