not good news
Feb. 22nd, 2005 08:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccojSo, I've written this twice in the last couple of days, only to have it disappear twice because my "database was read-only."
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linaelyn, sorry to do this so close to your Thousand Voices Cried Out entry, but here's my own piece of bummer news. It's not really news, but I was told it was private, and it wasn't my news anyway, so I didn't feel I could talk about it until it wasn't private any more.
Guy has cancer. He's had a couple of "spots" on his lung for a few years, and he was finally told he should probably get them looked at. He did, and was diagnosed in December (I think). He's gone through all sorts of tests, and had a biopsy done on Wednesday. Will find out this Thursday whether he's going to get a lung removed or start chemo. Here's hoping for the lung removal. Not that that's such a cheery prospect, but it sure beats chemo. I'd hate like hell to see him go downhill like my mother did; he's such a healthy and strong person. It's hard to believe, when you're listening to him tell stories about the mill or his kids or grandkids, that you're talking to a 73 year old man with lung cancer.
He seems to be doing pretty well, all things considered, but he's from the 'stiff upper lip' generation and I don't think he'd say much even if he felt like hell. All we can do right now is call and visit and have him over for dinner or drop by ourselves, and hope that helps.
I haven't told the kids yet, and I don't think I will unless it becomes absolutely necessary. It's been hard enough for them to lose their grandmother; losing their grandfather so soon would be a bit much, I think.
Trying really hard not to worry, but it's hard not to sometimes.
linaelyn, sorry to do this so close to your Thousand Voices Cried Out entry, but here's my own piece of bummer news. It's not really news, but I was told it was private, and it wasn't my news anyway, so I didn't feel I could talk about it until it wasn't private any more.Guy has cancer. He's had a couple of "spots" on his lung for a few years, and he was finally told he should probably get them looked at. He did, and was diagnosed in December (I think). He's gone through all sorts of tests, and had a biopsy done on Wednesday. Will find out this Thursday whether he's going to get a lung removed or start chemo. Here's hoping for the lung removal. Not that that's such a cheery prospect, but it sure beats chemo. I'd hate like hell to see him go downhill like my mother did; he's such a healthy and strong person. It's hard to believe, when you're listening to him tell stories about the mill or his kids or grandkids, that you're talking to a 73 year old man with lung cancer.
He seems to be doing pretty well, all things considered, but he's from the 'stiff upper lip' generation and I don't think he'd say much even if he felt like hell. All we can do right now is call and visit and have him over for dinner or drop by ourselves, and hope that helps.
I haven't told the kids yet, and I don't think I will unless it becomes absolutely necessary. It's been hard enough for them to lose their grandmother; losing their grandfather so soon would be a bit much, I think.
Trying really hard not to worry, but it's hard not to sometimes.
