My grandfather is 94 and has lost his independence to such an extent that he's very often confused and is often sleeping through the day. It's horrible worrying that the phone will ring with bad news but I think my main concern now is his quality of life. The days my mum says he's good are such a relief. There's no age where we're prepared to lose someone we love but I imagine your grandfather is younger than mine so if his symptoms are under control I hope he's living well. I'm so sorry. I think the preemptive grief we feel with cancer is the pits. It's hard but try and enjoy what you have of him while he's still here. My grandfather is hundreds of miles away and I feel wrenched that I can't just visit and see him. I spend a lot of time remembering the good times and how things were. How Grampa would like to be remembered. We love them. It carries us through x