Pray for Gralalie; he has cancer
My grandfather had to go to the ER on Wednesday. He was dizzy, had some balance problems (he fell a couple times in the past month), and was running a high fever. He was supposed to come home today, but they just did some tests and found out he has a blood infection (which is treatable with antibiotics, I’m not to worried about that part) and cancer. The cancer is in his liver, colon, and one of his lungs. Obviously surgery isn’t an option since it’s so spread out, plus he’s 85, so his body probably couldn’t handle that, or even chemo.
My mom just called and gave me the news. She’s obviously taking it really hard, as is my uncle. They’ve been staying with him over the past week. They’re only allowing two guests per patient, so my grandmother hasn’t been able to see him since he got there, so I can’t imagine how she’s taking it. I FaceTimed him after the call, and he’s actually in surprisingly good spirits. He smiled when he saw me, and he talked about how good the hospital food is and how pretty the nurses are! 😝
I’m still not sure how to handle the news. It’s still settling in. Since I was raised primarily by my single mom, I didn’t have much of a male role model growing up. I had and still have my dad, but I only saw/see him a few times a year, so it was a weird relationship. I have my stepdad, but he and my mom didn’t marry until I was 17. So most of my childhood and teen years, my grandfather was the closest thing I had to a male role model. He and my grandmother both have always been the two most Christlike humans I’ve ever met in my life. Their hospitality, kindness, and love has always been almost supernatural. You could say they’re my superheroes. My grandmother’s cooking has inspired me to love cooking, and my grandfather introduced me to big band and swing music, which I still love to this day. He’s probably my biggest influence on my musical taste. And he was always the “manly” guy in my family, a true gentleman. He taught me what a Godly, masculine man is supposed to look like, how to use tools, how to be strong for your family, etc.
In reality, I think I’m prepared for this to be near the end for Gralalie (that’s what I always called him). It makes me tear up, but realistically speaking, he’s 85 and has always had lots of health problems. I just want to enjoy his company and appreciate the man he’s been to me for these last days/months/years/however long he’s got left.
Anyway, sorry for the long essay. TL:DR Please pray for my grandfather, family, and me.
My mom just called and gave me the news. She’s obviously taking it really hard, as is my uncle. They’ve been staying with him over the past week. They’re only allowing two guests per patient, so my grandmother hasn’t been able to see him since he got there, so I can’t imagine how she’s taking it. I FaceTimed him after the call, and he’s actually in surprisingly good spirits. He smiled when he saw me, and he talked about how good the hospital food is and how pretty the nurses are! 😝
I’m still not sure how to handle the news. It’s still settling in. Since I was raised primarily by my single mom, I didn’t have much of a male role model growing up. I had and still have my dad, but I only saw/see him a few times a year, so it was a weird relationship. I have my stepdad, but he and my mom didn’t marry until I was 17. So most of my childhood and teen years, my grandfather was the closest thing I had to a male role model. He and my grandmother both have always been the two most Christlike humans I’ve ever met in my life. Their hospitality, kindness, and love has always been almost supernatural. You could say they’re my superheroes. My grandmother’s cooking has inspired me to love cooking, and my grandfather introduced me to big band and swing music, which I still love to this day. He’s probably my biggest influence on my musical taste. And he was always the “manly” guy in my family, a true gentleman. He taught me what a Godly, masculine man is supposed to look like, how to use tools, how to be strong for your family, etc.
In reality, I think I’m prepared for this to be near the end for Gralalie (that’s what I always called him). It makes me tear up, but realistically speaking, he’s 85 and has always had lots of health problems. I just want to enjoy his company and appreciate the man he’s been to me for these last days/months/years/however long he’s got left.
Anyway, sorry for the long essay. TL:DR Please pray for my grandfather, family, and me.