Hero

5 Pages 1255 Words

Loss of a Hero
“Mandy, Grandpa is going to the hospital. He cannot stop shaking and has to have some tests taken,” my mom said when she called on Sunday January 26, 2003. It was really hard for my family to see the pain my grandpa was having and not knowing what was causing it and what was wrong. After hearing what had all gone wrong with my grandpa, our hearts were broken. On Wednesday, he had another MRI done and found out that he had a tumor on his back. They took him to radiology right away. That night, my mom and aunts were alone with him and said a prayer.
“If Dad has to suffer, God please take him now because we do not want our dad to be in pain,” my family said with tears streaming down their faces.
The next day, they found out it was prostate cancer from about five years ago, and the doctor said that it could be spreading throughout his whole body by now. They were going to try radiation to try to shrink his tumor on his spine hoping that it would hopefully make him walk again. A couple of weeks had passed, and so did the 18 sessions of radiology. With all of them being unsuccessful, my mom decided to go to his last one to see what was going to happen next.
When my mom came home that day, she told me what was wrong with my grandpa.
“He shouldn’t have to go through this pain. He is he happiest person there is,” I told my mom.
The next couple of days passed and the same thing was happening. My grandpa was not

Zellmann 2
talking or eating much. On the following Sunday, he talked more. “Does Terry still play baseball for the Young America Cardinals,”my grandpa asked my mom.
“Not anymore,” replied my mom.
“Then I don’t give a damn if they win or lose,” he said.
Hearing my grandpa talk that day was wonderful. On Tuesday, my family found out that my grandpa was experiencing heart failure and pneumonia. When my mom found that out, she immediately called us.
“Come to the h...