Today I’m feeling a bit off.
I found out at the end of last week that my Grandfather was taken to hospital by my Mum, after complaining of not being able to breathe. Yesterday, after many tests and discussions with his heart specialist, my Grandfather was given an MRI on his lungs. Apparently it IS NOT his heart causing the breathing issue (which is what the Dr.’s were telling him it was for the last 6 months), and it now looks a lot more sinister and more a lung issue.
There are basically two rather large and horrible possibilities. First being; my Grandfather has advanced lung cancer. Second being; my Grandfather has Mesothelioma, a cancer that is very strongly linked to asbestos exposure (he worked as a builder back in the days of asbestos). As yet, we are still awaiting the results of the lung MRI.
I am scared. I have never had anyone close to me die, ever. I don’t live near to my Grandfather at the moment, and I feel bad that I can’t go and be with him and spend time with him right now………
I’ll leave you with an incredibly moving image from my beautiful flickr girlfriend, taken in memory of her Grandfather:
EDIT: My Grandfather has been diagnosed with Asbestosis: the scarring of lung tissue (around terminal bronchioles and alveolar ducts) resulting from the inhalation of asbestos fibers. His doctor has told him he may have 2-4 years to live. The news is better than expected, but still incredibly sad. His words to the doctor were “Can you just give me a few more years so I can see my great grandchildren grow up?” He was speaking about my children………..