I noticed in earlier posts that there were some patient stories. I was not a patient but my Grandpa had pancreatic cancer. Watching him go through this battle was really hard for me, I hated it and wanted so badly to take all of his pain away. It still seems like such a whirl wind, it all happened so fast I barely had time to grasp the fact that he had cancer. There were times that I would ask why him, why now, why why why. Until I realized that asking why did not get me anywhere but more upset. I tried to hide my tears every time I saw him I didn't want him to see me weak. The cancer took his body and I am still trying to pick up the pieces, how have you all done it? I read some of the stories and was amazed at the strength a lot of people have, reading those stories was inspiring, so thank you for sharing.
