I have just found out that my grandfather has been diagnosed with adenocarcinoma, a common form of lung cancer.
I found out two days ago that my grandpa had fluid in his chest, but I didn't know from what. This evening, the diagnosis was that it was the adenocarcinoma. I found out because my stepmom was bawling downstairs. I at first thought she was laughing, but then after listening more closely, I realized it was hysterical crying. She was widowed by her previous husband that died of this same thing, so it was all too much for her. I went downstairs and we met hugging in the living room. I asked her what was wrong and she told me.
Clearly, she was taking it harder than I was. I hadn't yet cried and she was asking God why, why, why. I think I didn't cry because I associate dying with relief and I'm not really tight with my grandfather. I asked further about what had happened and found out that 1 liter of fluid had been taken out of his lungs and he is feeling much better. Ida Beth (my stepmom) agreed to call my dad and I would call my brothers. As I was going upstairs, I got the urge to call my mother. As I was telling her, I burst into tears. Her father also died of lung cancer before I was born, but he was the only smoker in the family. My stepmom and I held each other while I was on the phone with my mom and my brother Aren called. That clearly meant I was off the hook and didn't have to call Micah or him. He already knew.
We don't know details on his prognosis, but your prayers would be very much appreciated.