I just got a phone call. My Uncle Al was admitted to the hospital today. He has been suffering from a cough and, last week, after an xray, they told him he had a spot on his lung. He was scheduled to go in tomorrow for a cat scan. He had leg pain today bad enough that they took him to the hospital. They did the cat scan. He has lung cancer and it has spread to his brain. He has a brain tumor. That's all we know.
He and my grandfather are the only constant father figures I have had in my life. Even though they live 1000 miles away from us, he has always gone out of his way to make me feel special. Important. Loved. He has been married to my mom's oldest sister for almost 50 years. They were high school sweethearts and have one daughter. She lost her husband tragically 1 1/2 years ago. She has 2 sons. My aunt and uncle sold everything they had, my aunt retired from her job and they moved 300 miles to live 1 block away from their daughter. They thought it was important that the boys have their grandfather around and that they be there to help with Janelle. I am heartbroken. We don't know anything else yet. Just that it doesn't look good.