About 6 months ago my grandfather was diagnosed with Esophageal cancer. (just as the name suggests, it is cancer in the esophagus)He used to be a heavy smoker and drinker and these two factors are the sole contributors to the cancer. He had been having trouble swallowing, and when he ate he would get sick very easily.
Now my grandfather wasn't obese, but he was heavy. When he started having trouble swallowing he started to loose so much weight. THen when they gave him the chemo therapy and radiation he went to skin and bones. He lost his hair and finally shaved it off. When I saw him before he had his surgery he looked so small and fragile, but he was still moving around. Two weeks ago on thursday he had his surgery. The doctors had to remove 2/3 of his esopagus. (just imagine how much that is!!!) He actually has to have a tube run into his intestine to provide himwith nutrition. The cut they did on him cam from the middle ofhis back all the way around his left side and up his chest so they could get at the esophagus and the stomach. They even had to surgically break one of his ribs.
The other day my husband and I went with my mom and my grandmother to see him. When I looked at him on that bed with all of those tubes running into him and how small and weak and fragile he looked, and how much pain he was in. He never said he was, but to look at him you just knew. This man was like a father to me for the first 5 years of my life!!! I lived with my grandparents after my biological father passed away when I was 9 months old and grew close to them in those years. My grandfather and I were VERY close. I had to fight back tears to see him there, this man who used to be so active, and we had so much fun together when I was small. I even had to leave the room because I didn't want him to see me upset. The whole time he was there, his personality remained. He still had his humor about him and even commented that he was "sorry I'm such bad company to be with at the moment." He was so strong about it but it still killed me so badly.
Even now as I sit here thinking about this I am fighting off tears. I have faith and hope in him, but the thought of himin that hospital and the momeories of when I was little, it just really bothers me. He needs prayers. Please pray for him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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