I love You

I remember coming home from school one day, about three years ago and seeing my mother sitting on the deck. She was supposed to be at work. I made a comment, and she just said that she came home early. I proceeded in the house as normal, and started logging onto the computer and grabbing a quick snack. She soon came in and said a few simple words, "your grandfather has cancer." I was 17, and I have heard of it, but I have also heard of people surviving, so I wasn't all that worried, nor did I really stop to think about it, I just continued on with what I was doing. He had surgery, made it through that and we played the waiting game. At the same time I was called to work at Scotian Glen Camp. You know they say things happen for a reason? Well with the events that followed I believe that. His surgery happened the first week campers came. I was stressed, but not overly worried. Then about three or four days later I got the phone call I had secretly been dreading all along. He was rushed by hospital by ambulance and then sent to Halifax to undergo emergency surgery. I was shocked and didn't really know what to do. my parents called me at 7 in the morning, right before I had to wake up campers, and I know it is because of those children I made it through that day. I couldn't think straight, I didn't talk to anybody until that night, and then I truly knew how amazing some people can be. Since then he has undergone more surgery, recovered and is cancer free. However it wasn't until tonight I realized that losing him was a very real threat all that time. He could have died. I don't know why it took so long to sink in, maybe because I wasn't letting it, but I know I am grateful he is here today!