Grandfather

Four days ago we learned my grandfather has lung cancer. Not only lung cancer, but a huge tumor filling the whole of his right lung (all lobes) with metastatic lesions in his left lobe, liver, lymph nodes, and brain. In those four days, I have experienced a plethora of emotions from sadness, to anger, to guilt, to hope, to hopelessness, and so on and so forth. He was told if he does nothing, we're looking at six weeks, maybe. If he does chemo and radiation, possibly nine months to a couple of years, maybe. Even as I'm writing this, I just can't form or even expound on the height of the situation. It's too painful, too tiring. And anything else seems frivolous to write about. So, with that being said, I bid you adieu for the moment.