This morning, my grandfather went to face the biggest battle of his life...that is, the biggest battle FOR his life.
Just last week, a cancerous tumor was discovered in his lungs. He hadn't had any symptoms, but he decided it was time to get himself checked out for cancer. So, the doctors gave him a special drink, the contents of which are absorbed by cancerous cells. Under a MRI-like device these cells will stand out like French white flags.
And there it was. About the size of a golf ball, the cancer had taken a foothold in the lower lobe of his left lung. The doctors decided it was treatable.
First, he would be prepped for surgery as if the lobe would be removed. In the first phase of the procedure, the surgeons took three samples of the tissue. They had to make sure it was malignant. Then, if it was, the lower lobe would be removed.
Well, it was malignant, but there was another problem. It wasn't ONLY in his lower lobe. In fact, it was centered BETWEEN the two lobes of his left lung. The whole lung had to be removed.
Shortly after the procedure, it was discovered that he was leaking air, so the surgeons went back in to plug up the leak.
My grandfather is recovering now, and hopefully this is the last of the cancer we'll see. But the biggest fight of his life is ahead of him, I fear. He's an active man, and I don't know how well he'll do with only 1 lung.
So, if you will, think of an old man for me tonight. He survived the European theatre of WWII...pray that he will survive this newest battle.