My grandmother has Stage IV lung cancer. The doctors are giving her 3-4 years. My mom told my brother and I all about it in the car. I suppose..in a way, I’m glad she didn’t hide anything from me. She told us as much as she knew. No lies, no sugarcoating. The most honest that woman has ever been in her life. Though at the same time, I wish she didn’t tell us. It isn’t exactly something anyone likes to hear. Even though it’s still three or four years, I don’t think I’ll ever be prepared for it. You’d think after dealing with this for as long as I can remember, I would be prepared for the inevitable. But I’m not.
I knew this would happen someday. As much as I wish it didn’t have to, that’s how life is. Nobody can change that.
There isn’t anything anyone can do, aside from make sure she knows she’s loved and we will never, ever forget her. There’s still time, as promised.
But I don’t think I can take it. But I have to. That’s life.
No matter how it went down, whether she had 3 days, 3 months or 3 years, I don’t think it would be any easier. But I’m glad I still have her for as long as I do. I want her to see her eldest grandson as he truly is. I want her to see me get my license. I want her to help me get my first job. I want her to see me start T.
I can’t let her go without truly meeting her grandson. There’s still time, just like they promised.