And that was the moment I knew it was going be okay. I mean, no, it’s not going be okay. My granddad is going to die, and that’s going to be really, really sad. And when he’s gone, I’ll be a bit more alone in the world. But it’s going to be okay for him. Because the horrible stuff, the tests, the treatments, the hospitals, the long words and the lack of information, the too-busy doctors and the people who can’t remember his name . . . that’s over.
