Sigh... It's really hard... To see your grandfather... Someone who doesn't complain about anything, who smiles through everything, lying in the hospital bed, tubes sticking out of him, looking as if the life's been sapped out of him.
Two days ago, my grandpa's been complaining about an abdominal pain. The doctor he saw told him to go to the hospital. But the hospital staff could not find anything wrong with him. And he went home. The next day, the pain persisted. My dad got fed up and pulled a few strings so that my grandpa gets the proper diagnosis this time. XD Doesn't hurt that my grandpa is the brother of one of the hospital's most renowned professors. Anyway, that professor quickly gave a few names of doctors to see my grandpa and diagnose the problem. Apparently, his intestines are blocked. Hence, he couldn't eat since yesterday. And as far as I know, they've been draining away anything and everything in his stomach.
And now... He has to undergo surgery to remove whatever that is blocking his intestines. Sigh... My grandpa is a fighter. He fought off cancer twice already, and now, he's fighting this...
The most heart-aching part was seeing my grandma cry... I dunno... But whenever I see a girl cry or get scared, I get all soft-hearted and stuff... I keep trying to make her laugh... But I can't erase the fact that, one day, my grandma will be alone. Maybe not now... But eventually... And she can't stand that thought... Of being without my grandpa. After all, he has been her pillar of support and strength for over 50 years. He is always there looking after her in his own silent way. He means the world to her. And she cannot live without him.
And no matter how I try, I know that I can never console her on this. My grandpa is already over 70 years old. Even if modern surgery minimises all sort of risks, there will always be a risk of my grandpa dying in the surgery room. Especially since he is already so old...
And that silly old man is still more concerned about my grandma than himself. XD
Sometimes, I envy them. And I do wonder... Will I ever find someone that I cannot live without? Haha. To me, it's a scary notion... To be so dependent on someone... But then again... It is only then I truly see what love is.
It's really sticking by someone through thick and thin. To be that pillar of support and strength to that someone. To fight, make up and laugh it off. And to hold that person's hand, with tears in your eyes, and never let go.
And I am jealous. Really. When I watch them love each other, I am jealous of what they have.
And being the eldest and the only granddaughter, I have to be strong. When my grandpa is no by her side, I have to be strong from my grandma. Because, as of the moment, I'm the only one holding her upright. My dad, my uncles... They help, but the one she leans onto is me. And I have to be strong. So that I, too, can smile when my grandpa recovers.
My grandpa is a fighter. He'll be fine... And it is to these words, my hope clings on...