Aug 29, 2007 17:42
Sad.
Dad called and said the cancer has spread to Papa's liver, and that he's got about a month or so, if that. It's very sad. The doctors say at this point, its just a matter of trying to balance the pain with the medication. We're going to Pittsuburgh Wednesday morning and coming back that evening, so we can say our goodbyes. *sigh*
He's really our steo-grandpa, my dad's step dad. Stepped in and took care of my grandma and my dad and his brother when their real dad (Papa Eastman, the millionare one with lung cancer) walked out and left then with nothing. Papa took care of them like they were his kids. And he was the best grandfather in the world, and he didn't even have to be. I'm gonna go, of course, but part of me would like to just remember him as he was at the wedding, instead of all frail and sick and dying. I'm so nervous about seeing him.
So that's what's going on. Besides Mark, I've never had a family member die. I'm so sad for grandma, and for dad. I hate death. It's gay.
time for homework.