Well guys, I wish I had good news to report, but it is as we feared - the big "C" word. Prognosis? We don't know yet, another test is needed.
It's easy to say that we're lucky - he is 96 years old. And as someone who lost my father when he was only 42, don't I know that! But it still fucking sucks.
Needless to say, this puts a damper on my good spirits, and all I can do is hug Marc and be grateful for every moment I have with my loved ones.
This is too simple to forget - we need to cherish those we love because life is too fragile.
In that vein, I called my grandmother today who was prepared to spend Xmas alone, but everyone was trying to convince her that someone or someONES from the family would get her from her place up here to have her spend Xmas with us. Because Xmas is at my house, I thought I would specifically let her know that we would love for her to be with us.
She had to know this, but she seemed thrilled to hear from me and very excited to join us for the holiday. I am lucky to have her still in my life – it’s easy to assume family knows this, but hearing it? I think it mattered.
Putting things in perspective today....