So for a while now I've known that my grandad has had cancer, a few years back we found out that he had prostate cancer. So he got treatment, and told all of us that it was gone. But it returned last year, at first he seemed fine but we all noticed that his health was deteriorating. I saw him last Sunday, and it was such a hard sight to see... Him in is chair, barley able to talk.

But I stayed with him, I was talking about his cancer to him (which I've never done before). He told me that with the prostate cancer, he also has bone cancer. Now today I got phone call from my stepmum, saying that he an appointment at the hospital and they decided for MacMillan nurses to come to the house...

He has always been such an independent man, he used to be an engineer. He fixed his tractors, cars etc. He rewired our house, he was always doing something with his hands. All the good memories.  He cared for my grandmother, his wife for 50 years, she was bedridden to end of her life. With her passing on Christmas day 2017, it massively impacted my grandad, that day was the first day I ever saw him cry. 

I wish I could take away this disgusting, awful disease from him but unfortunately I can't, if I could I would do it in a heartbeat.