So my Grandad was rushed into hospital a couple of weeks ago. He'd lost a lot of weight and couldn't eat anything at all. So they did a scan for him and found a tumour on his pancreas/intestine. It's pretty much blocking the opening, so no food can get into his stomach and that's why he was bringing it all back.
Well two days ago they found out for sure that it was cancer, and that it's terminal. They're hoping the put a stent in so he can eat, and he'll be having chemo, but that's just to attempt to slow it a bit.
He's 76 so he isn't young, but he's still not really that old. I was in bits the other night. I'm at university away from home, and had to find out over the phone. (It is the only way, unfortunately) I've just got to keep going and I finish in 3 weeks so I can be with them. It's just so difficult. He's my last Grandparent, and by the end of the year he could be gone. I mean the doctor said 6 months as a guess, and it could be less or more time... My grandad seems pretty well now though, now that they've had him on a drip and food for a week or so. He's his chirpy self again.
I'm running the race for life in june (my other three grandparents all died from cancer...) and so it just means even more now. I'm running for all of them.