I’m worried. Must I say more?

Almost 2 years ago today, Grandpa was diagnosed with cancer. One week before that, my great grandmother and my great uncle both passed away on the same day, but by unrelated causes. That was a horrible January. That was the beginning of 2010 and now it is the beginning of 2012. Wow. Where did the time go? So, I shall get back to my story. Grandpa had to have surgery where they removed his tongue and built a new one. He had cancer from shooting radar for the LAPD for 25 years. It was terrifying. I was a senior in high school and I was overwhelmed with school…then Granny died…then Grandpa had cancer. I fell to pieces. I was scared to visit Grandpa in the hopsital because I didn’t know if I was strong enough to see Grandpa there. My Grandpa has been my father figure for most of my life. Today, Grandpa is healthy and all is well, which is awesome.

I have another grandfather. He isn’t my blood relative, so we could say he is my surrogate grandfather. Last week, I was told that he needs surgery in a few months. Not just something simple, but a real surgery. This scares me. I love him to death and I am worried that I won’t be as strong as I should be when the time comes. I’ll try to be a good granddaughter, but what if I can’t? I believe that I have grown up since Grandpa had his surgery, so maybe I’ll have learned from that experience and will be fine with my surrogate grandfather. I hope so.

Well, that is my tangent for the week. My grandfathers are awesome. They are the supportive members of my family (and one was and one is a teacher!).

Worrying sucks.