My grandad has been battling pancreatic cancer for a while now. It spread to his lungs and stomach and he is now at the final stages. It is so heartbreaking to see, my mum and nan are staying with him at home with him as he refuses to go to the hospice, I find it hard to see him, he's a different person now, I want to be there for him but I don't know how to be. I know that the end is near but you just can't prepare for it, and I know when the time comes it will affect me badly. I feel so low but I also feel guilty because it's not even me with the cancer, I shouldn't be feeling sorry for myself.