Well my grandad is doing better, we think he has the all clear from cancer which is great. But something not so good has happened. I went to see my dad on Friday and that's when I received the worst news I could ever hear. The chemo and radio did work a tiny bit but not enough, it ended up spreading to his brain and that's why he's been ill. He has between 3-9 months left, and even after everything that's happened the thing that got me most is when he told me what's happening he said he's sorry he can't watch me grow up anymore. That was the first time I saw him cry ever, even typing this brings tears to my eyes. It's been a couple days since I found out and right now I think I'm more in shock now, as i just feel empty like I don't know what to do.
