Mafia_Science
Silver Member
As some of you know, my foster-grandpa (as I call him) was diagnosed with lung cancer a few years ago. Just a few weeks ago, we found out it is stage 3 now. He is very sick now, and his treatments aren't working. He's tried so many treatments, many of which were experimental. None of them are working.
He is dying. I've been denying that from the very start until now. Right from the beginning, I think I knew it... that he was going to die from this. Every time someone tried to talk to me about what might happen, I denied it and told them he'll be fine or he's always sick after treatments or he'll get better after this... every time.
My foster-grandpa has shaped me in a way nobody else could've. I've been told I act just like him. He was one of the only positive role models I had in my life as a kid. He and his son took me in when things seemed hopeless.
Now that I've accepted what's going to happen, and stopped lying to myself, I will be able to be at peace after his death. Writing this down makes it real. I just wish I did sooner. Thank you guys for listening.
He is dying. I've been denying that from the very start until now. Right from the beginning, I think I knew it... that he was going to die from this. Every time someone tried to talk to me about what might happen, I denied it and told them he'll be fine or he's always sick after treatments or he'll get better after this... every time.
My foster-grandpa has shaped me in a way nobody else could've. I've been told I act just like him. He was one of the only positive role models I had in my life as a kid. He and his son took me in when things seemed hopeless.
Now that I've accepted what's going to happen, and stopped lying to myself, I will be able to be at peace after his death. Writing this down makes it real. I just wish I did sooner. Thank you guys for listening.
