warning I can not spell and this is long now that that is out of the way...
My Dziadzi (gandpa) passed away almost 2 months ago. I considerd him my father not my grandfather. He was a extreamly strong man phlsically emotionally in every way. Maybe 5 years ago he was diagnosed with cancer lympnoma (like I said I can not spell) he did cemo radiation he drove to and from radiation. It did not stop him. Then about 3 years ago he had to have sugery on his one leg they had to extend his vein because there was not enough blood flow. That still did not bring him down 2 weeks later he was putting in a set of stairs at a friends house, making a desk or dresser. Last year he had to have liver surgery they took over half his liver (that is the only organ that regrows itself I had to say that cause it is so interesting)because of cancer he also had cemo and radiation again he drove to and from. Still at that point he was in such High spirits he told me how happy he was and was always so so so positive on everything. Building anything and everything. Then last November he fell bringing wood out of the attic in his garage. But he said everything was fine and nothing hurt. But on that Thanksgiving he couldn't even walk. So we took him to the VA hospital and they did back surgery. After that surgery he said no more he isn't doing the s*** anymore. Then about 5 months ago he told us all he had to do prcautionary cemo that they had found cells in the water on his lungs (after the liver surgery he was getting the water on his lungs) But no to worry they would do 4 rounds of cemo over 4 months and that would be it. The first round you would think he had nothing He was his same old self. The second he got a stomach infection they told us if we hadn't brought him in when we did we would have lost him. He was a little crabby but he was tired and he hates when he is tired.
The third round we lost him he got a blood infection and phenomena we took him to the VA on november 1st he had not enough blood pressure to sustain life yet he did for 7days. They said he only had an hour if that to live but agian he did for 7 days. When I got to the VA he was talking to me like nothing was happening he ask the doctor how he was doing. Then told me and my mother he was going to fight and he did! I went up there everyday not wanting to leave but I had my Ds to care for. I would tell him what Joey did and what I did that day how much I loved him and how proud I was to be his grandaughter. The one day when my Babci (grandma) thought he was going we all rushed there and said our goodbyes. I said pretty much everything I ever wanted him to know. He then told me to "Be a good girl" He told me that a lot I was kidda the rebel in the family. on day 5 I brought Joey ion to see him his eyes grew with pride and a huge smile came on his face he said "hey Joziu (Joey) day 6 he got worse he started to flinch and got extreamly irritated. When I saw him I went in his room and he said " hey baby what are you doing here" I told him I wanted to tell him I love him and wanted to see him. He then said " I don't want you to see me like this" That was the last time I saw him alive.
They day before his funeral we found out he had cancer in over 80% of his body and he had another form of cancer (I couldn't even guess how to spell) that he conracted in the war (WWII) It layed doomant in him for all those years up until 5 years ago, And that the last 4 years were anazing and a blessing that he lived. He had cancer in 3 organs. Why wouln't he tell anyone? Not one person knew. I am sure that he wanted to protect us but to live with that all on your own.
I was blessed with that last week and I was blessed to have him in my life. He was the most kind,genorous,loving,strong,happy,handsome man I have ever know. And if my son grows up to be half the man he was I would have done a great job as a mother.
If you read all of my post thank you (if not that is okay lol)
Karen and Baby Joe
My Dziadzi (gandpa) passed away almost 2 months ago. I considerd him my father not my grandfather. He was a extreamly strong man phlsically emotionally in every way. Maybe 5 years ago he was diagnosed with cancer lympnoma (like I said I can not spell) he did cemo radiation he drove to and from radiation. It did not stop him. Then about 3 years ago he had to have sugery on his one leg they had to extend his vein because there was not enough blood flow. That still did not bring him down 2 weeks later he was putting in a set of stairs at a friends house, making a desk or dresser. Last year he had to have liver surgery they took over half his liver (that is the only organ that regrows itself I had to say that cause it is so interesting)because of cancer he also had cemo and radiation again he drove to and from. Still at that point he was in such High spirits he told me how happy he was and was always so so so positive on everything. Building anything and everything. Then last November he fell bringing wood out of the attic in his garage. But he said everything was fine and nothing hurt. But on that Thanksgiving he couldn't even walk. So we took him to the VA hospital and they did back surgery. After that surgery he said no more he isn't doing the s*** anymore. Then about 5 months ago he told us all he had to do prcautionary cemo that they had found cells in the water on his lungs (after the liver surgery he was getting the water on his lungs) But no to worry they would do 4 rounds of cemo over 4 months and that would be it. The first round you would think he had nothing He was his same old self. The second he got a stomach infection they told us if we hadn't brought him in when we did we would have lost him. He was a little crabby but he was tired and he hates when he is tired.
The third round we lost him he got a blood infection and phenomena we took him to the VA on november 1st he had not enough blood pressure to sustain life yet he did for 7days. They said he only had an hour if that to live but agian he did for 7 days. When I got to the VA he was talking to me like nothing was happening he ask the doctor how he was doing. Then told me and my mother he was going to fight and he did! I went up there everyday not wanting to leave but I had my Ds to care for. I would tell him what Joey did and what I did that day how much I loved him and how proud I was to be his grandaughter. The one day when my Babci (grandma) thought he was going we all rushed there and said our goodbyes. I said pretty much everything I ever wanted him to know. He then told me to "Be a good girl" He told me that a lot I was kidda the rebel in the family. on day 5 I brought Joey ion to see him his eyes grew with pride and a huge smile came on his face he said "hey Joziu (Joey) day 6 he got worse he started to flinch and got extreamly irritated. When I saw him I went in his room and he said " hey baby what are you doing here" I told him I wanted to tell him I love him and wanted to see him. He then said " I don't want you to see me like this" That was the last time I saw him alive.
They day before his funeral we found out he had cancer in over 80% of his body and he had another form of cancer (I couldn't even guess how to spell) that he conracted in the war (WWII) It layed doomant in him for all those years up until 5 years ago, And that the last 4 years were anazing and a blessing that he lived. He had cancer in 3 organs. Why wouln't he tell anyone? Not one person knew. I am sure that he wanted to protect us but to live with that all on your own.
I was blessed with that last week and I was blessed to have him in my life. He was the most kind,genorous,loving,strong,happy,handsome man I have ever know. And if my son grows up to be half the man he was I would have done a great job as a mother.
If you read all of my post thank you (if not that is okay lol)
Karen and Baby Joe
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My Diadzi was in WWII I think I may have mentiond that already. I think that many women were much closer to their Grandfathers than their fathers or so it seems. They tend to have a tighter grip on our hearts. Dziadzi's are very special people 
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