Hi, my name is Sarah. I am 24 years old, and I lost my granddad on July 26, 2007, to cancer. Growing up, I wasn't really as close to my granddad as I was to my Nan, but over the last few years I did get really close to him. He only found out he had cancer about 10 weeks before he went, and my Nan spent the last 4 weeks of his life looking after him because she wouldn't allow him to go in hospice because he wouldn't have wanted to. The cancer robbed him of his pride and dignity then eventually his life. He just seemed to give up when he was fitted with a colostomy bag. He told me the day before he went that he was ready. I believe I am truly blessed to have had him in my family.