A few weeks back I received some bad news; my grandfather has prostate cancer. You may not know the extent of our relationship but I was devastated. I know prostate cancer is one of the more curable types but that word; CANCER is really scary. I lost my grandmother over a year ago and that wound is still fresh so the thought of possible losing him was too much for me to handle. At the sound of the news I broke down and had to be consoled by Rob. We had company over at the time so I needed to compose myself quickly. The next couple weeks were hard on me; wondering what was going to happen and how much time we had left with him.

The good news came yesterday; his cancer is 100% curable, levels so low they are barely detectable! He’s going to receive 44 continuous days of chemo then all should be good. He may be slower on his feet and his hearing isn’t so great but he’s one of the sweetest (and goofiest) men I know and I’m not ready to lose him yet.