First But Not A Winner

My grandfather has Leukemia.

You know that family problem where everyone knows what's wrong but doesn't want to upset anyone else in the family, (especially the ones it effects most) so they don't say anything? Well It's like this was an inevitable fact that if no one said it outloud then it might not really be true. He looks sick but he doesn't look too bad, right?

There have been hushed conversations between family members for a while now and tonight dad, admitedly after having a few to drink, tells my brother and I that our grandpa, his dad, isn't good, at all. And he's going into chemo tomomrrow. He didn't say the L word so I did. He looked down and nodded. That expression on his face where he's being strong but you know it's tearing him up inside.
"So now you guys might want to visit him a bit more than usual, I mean you don't have to go out of yor way all the time but... I don't think he has much time left."

And all the while I can't help but notice that his hair (what's left of it) is a little longer than usual. So I tell him and he smiles and says he'll cut it tomorrow.

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