bernerbrau
Well-Known Member
To start, this is really just an "off-the-chest" post, dealing with the inevitable.
My grandpa's been battling with melanoma, and we've seen this day coming for well over a year. Last fall they found that it had metastasized and spread to his brain and at the time they were giving him weeks to live. He was always pretty stubborn
I grew up minutes away from my grandparents, but he was always very strict and judgmental and I never got along with him. I lived in their house for a few months after college while I was trying to get on my feet, and he and I were constantly fighting... which eventually led to me moving out. We never really made amends... he sent me a letter of apology but I never responded. Didn't know what to say. Of course we saw each other since, and spoke curtly, but the bridge was never really rebuilt. Water under the bridge now.
After the cancer started affecting his brain, his personality did a complete 180 and he turned into this charming, sweet old man. We got to see this side of him a couple times when we went to visit after we got the news that he didn't have long. His memory was affected to the point that he knew we had had a falling out but couldn't remember why.
Well now he's lost the ability to swallow food, and the hospice cannot install a feeding tube; they can only alleviate symptoms and help him pass peacefully.
He just turned 92 a couple weeks ago. This will be my second grandparent we've lost to cancer. Last time it was my dad's dad, in his 70's.
So as you can imagine I'm experiencing a real mixed bag of sadness, detachment, regret, etc.
Love your relatives, guys. You think they'll be around forever but eventually everyone's number comes up.
I'm not really a "prayers" kind of guy, don't really believe in that stuff, but thoughts and words of encouragement are welcome.
My grandpa's been battling with melanoma, and we've seen this day coming for well over a year. Last fall they found that it had metastasized and spread to his brain and at the time they were giving him weeks to live. He was always pretty stubborn
I grew up minutes away from my grandparents, but he was always very strict and judgmental and I never got along with him. I lived in their house for a few months after college while I was trying to get on my feet, and he and I were constantly fighting... which eventually led to me moving out. We never really made amends... he sent me a letter of apology but I never responded. Didn't know what to say. Of course we saw each other since, and spoke curtly, but the bridge was never really rebuilt. Water under the bridge now.
After the cancer started affecting his brain, his personality did a complete 180 and he turned into this charming, sweet old man. We got to see this side of him a couple times when we went to visit after we got the news that he didn't have long. His memory was affected to the point that he knew we had had a falling out but couldn't remember why.
Well now he's lost the ability to swallow food, and the hospice cannot install a feeding tube; they can only alleviate symptoms and help him pass peacefully.
He just turned 92 a couple weeks ago. This will be my second grandparent we've lost to cancer. Last time it was my dad's dad, in his 70's.
So as you can imagine I'm experiencing a real mixed bag of sadness, detachment, regret, etc.
Love your relatives, guys. You think they'll be around forever but eventually everyone's number comes up.
I'm not really a "prayers" kind of guy, don't really believe in that stuff, but thoughts and words of encouragement are welcome.