My grandfather has cancer. It's expected to be benign but his having a biopsy taken next week to make sure. They discovered accidentally; he was at the doctors the get treatment for getting too much sun during the summer (one more vote for the inventors of suncream from me). Must be one of the rear words in any language that awakens fear in everyone. Cancer. Syöpä.
I don't deserve my grandparents. They're just too good to me even though I'm such a screw-up. They've held me up when my depression's been beating me down. I feel safe to tell them pretty much anything. I know I can go to them with however short notice if I feel the need for a safe place. I'm even able to tell them I love them, and actually use the L-word without feeling uncertain or cheesy or disingenuous. I can't imagine a life without them and I wish I could be of more use to them, to be someone they could be proud of.
