I'm sorry for another gloomy thing on here. I really am. But it's three days before I turn 25, and I just found out from my Dad that my Grandfather has blood cancer. I don't know what type.
Pa's eighty three now. I saw him a few days ago. He never told me. According to Dad, he didn't want me to worry.
We're talking about my Pa. The man I idolised as a kid. He was always my hero, indestructible. He lived through an abusive family, war, heart surgery. Now cancer. Chemo.
It's killing me. He's always helped me. But right now, I can't do anything to help him.
I don't know how to feel. I'm sad one moment and crying, and then I'm not sad and I almost forget what's happening, but it's just there. My partner and my Dad say I shouldn't worry. That it's just a part of being old. But it's my Pa. He's never been an "old person." Greatly aged...but never old. He still looks like he's late sixties, max, over six feet tall...this is just right out of left field.
I'm not looking for sympathy. I just needed to say something here because I feel like my brain's going to explode.
So yeah. Sorry for this.
Pa's eighty three now. I saw him a few days ago. He never told me. According to Dad, he didn't want me to worry.
We're talking about my Pa. The man I idolised as a kid. He was always my hero, indestructible. He lived through an abusive family, war, heart surgery. Now cancer. Chemo.
It's killing me. He's always helped me. But right now, I can't do anything to help him.
I don't know how to feel. I'm sad one moment and crying, and then I'm not sad and I almost forget what's happening, but it's just there. My partner and my Dad say I shouldn't worry. That it's just a part of being old. But it's my Pa. He's never been an "old person." Greatly aged...but never old. He still looks like he's late sixties, max, over six feet tall...this is just right out of left field.
I'm not looking for sympathy. I just needed to say something here because I feel like my brain's going to explode.
So yeah. Sorry for this.
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