Cancer Sucks.

Yesterday I was reading through my google reader and I come up on a cancer post. & it brings it all back to me. The time when we could have lost my grandpa. It was 2006, I had just lost my mom's dad less than three weeks prior to this. I was fourteen at the time, a freshman in high school. I remember the night before I found out. My grandma was over, and we were cleaning out our big toy closet that we had and when we were done, she said as a reward, we could go to Coldstone the next morning after church. Yay Coldstone! I had never been before, but I knew I wanted to go haha. So fast forward to the next morning and we're at Coldstone, and Mady doesn't wanna go with Lynn to drop me off with my Mom and stepdad, and she asks my grandma if she could ride home with her, and my Grandma said no, it would probably be best if you rode home with your mom. So we leave, and earlier in the morning, Lynn and I had been discussing how I was having a tough time that weekend about losing my mom's dad unexpectedly a few weeks earlier. Then about twenty minutes before she dropped me off with my mom, she dropped a bombshell, "I don't want you guys to be scared, but Grandpa has cancer." I lost it. I started crying and sobbing. This had to be some sort of cruel trick. It had to be. God wasn't going to take away another one of my Grandpas right now was he? Lynn then explained that my Grandpa had spots in his mouth that were cancerous and the doctors were treating them, and that he hadn't been able to eat at all or very much for the last week or so and then he had our pastors in our church pray over him and he was able to eat again, now if that's not a God story, I really don't know what is. I remember getting to my Mom's and my stepdad being an absolute jerk about me crying. Him yelling at me that I didn't even cry at my own grandfather's funeral, now this was about three years before I started sticking up to myself in front of him, but looking back I would have said HE is my grandpa. Just because he's not blood doesn't mean anything. I remember not wanting to go on the limo party with my soccer team. I remember being so grateful that a few months after finding it, they got it all, and it's now stayed away for 6 years. I am so blessed to have a grandpa that loves me and cares for me so much. So, if you didn't know this, I hope you now understand a little bit more about why I look up to him so much, why he means so much to me. Bottom line, cancer sucks and I'm so glad my family came through the other side with my Grandpa still here with us, because I know so many families who weren't so lucky!