Heading up to hospital. My grandfather (not the one I ratted on about his pills, but my stepmom's dad) was just admitted to CCU. They found a brain tumor during a scan this evening.
I'm starting to feel like SLB.
This is now the fifth Christmas in a row we have had a family medical issue or death in the family. #### this holiday.
So a little update here.
Tests were run. Then transferred to another hospital and more tests were run. Results showed a large brain tumor and a large tumor in his lungs, connected in some way. The doctors' diagnosis was, "We will try one treatment of radiation, if it works, we will try another, if not, you need to say goodbye to your friends." Then they talked about the need for three weeks of rehab, before they can do the treatment. I spend several evenings with him as we discuss life, death, experiences, chances of survival, God, being a burden, etc. He hates the fact that nurses are having to wipe his ### and he's leaving streaks on his sheets.
Last night, he decides to refuse treatment. No rehab, no radiation, no surgery, no cutting. He is of sound mind right now, and wants to go out that way. Three to six months where he can clearly communicate with friends and family beats two to three years (maybe) of being a burden on someone as he can barely know what's going on. His daughter had cancer for most of her 30 years on Earth and he knows first hand how bad the "life" can be after attacking the cancer.
I've never been more proud of him, and I've been proud of his often. To basically tell cancer "#### You" and look at your life and be happy with it, and go out on your terms is pretty cool. Not everyone has the balls to do that. He had me cracking up when he said, "your Mom wants me to get well and spend my money going on a trip. But I don't want to go anywhere! I've been everywhere I want to go.......twice."