Ken And Sheena - My Nan And Grandad
by Jess Clow
My Nan and Grandad meant the world to me...i was very close to them and used to write letters to them because i used to love how they told me they used to wait for the postman just to get my leter.
Christmas 2009 is when everything started to go downhill. Grandad got sick and the doctors turned him away, and then he found out he had liver cancer which was horrible because his eyes and skin turned yellow. Before i found out the severity of the situation, was the first time i went to see him...i walked in to the front room and he was laying on the sofa helpless and weak...i was scared if i'm honest. I went down and sat by his side on the floor and he held my hand. In March he was taken to Southampton to have his liver drained or so he thought...a curtain was pulled around and he was told he had as little as a week to live...We chose to not have him in the hospitals...we (including my nan,auntie, uncle, cousin, mum and me) looked after him at home which is the most difficult thing i had ever had to take on as i was only 12 at the time...Then he died on 1st April, April fools day. And his funeral was the day after my 13th birthday...Whilst Grandad was dying we knew nan wasnt herself...she started to go a little bit yellow but not as bad as grandad...she was being sick alot too...but we thought it was just the stress of it all which is understandable...it was so horrible on the day of his funeral when in the car with nan and your sitting their thinking that i wouldn't have her for much longer.
Nan was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer after grandad died and died in July of that year... We also chose to look after her at home.. which is the most emotional event i have ever experienced in my life... i can't even begin to explain. Nan was always petite but she became so very skinny and fragile... except her stomach which bloated bigger than a pregnant lady because the cancer was taking over her body... I went away for a weekend with my dad and i sent nan a postcard so someone would read it for her... I sent it...but when i got home mum sat me down and hugged me and said nanny passed away whilst you were gone...She never got my postcard.
I miss them terrible, and even to this day i cry my eyes out just thinking about how not one but both of them aren't here. I can't begin to explain how much they meant to me...and they didn't always have an easy life...The experience i had made me lose belief in any kind of God.. You see my nan was Catholic and believed in God...But after the long nights and the evil i really thought that surely if God existed he wouldn't do this to my grandparents.