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Sad Christmas
My Papa's cancer recurred...again. Last time was about a year ago. He went for testing a few days ago. The results are not good:
So, this will be the last Christmas with Papa. He has a chemo treatment on the 27th. This will be my first biological grandparent to depart. So it's going to be tough. My mother and her sisters are not dealing with it well at all. Haven't since he first got cancer. This won't be a cheery Christmas.
I knew when I decided to move out here that the odds were I would not finish before at least one grandparent died. That in fact they might all die before I finished my PhD. But they would be the first to say how proud they are, and that this is what they wanted for me: to go out and see the world, to do something I love, etc. That doesn't make it any easier.
[T]he doctor says the cancer can not be cured but they have offered him two chemo treatments to try slowing it down. There is a one in four chance the chemo will be effective.
So, this will be the last Christmas with Papa. He has a chemo treatment on the 27th. This will be my first biological grandparent to depart. So it's going to be tough. My mother and her sisters are not dealing with it well at all. Haven't since he first got cancer. This won't be a cheery Christmas.
I knew when I decided to move out here that the odds were I would not finish before at least one grandparent died. That in fact they might all die before I finished my PhD. But they would be the first to say how proud they are, and that this is what they wanted for me: to go out and see the world, to do something I love, etc. That doesn't make it any easier.