Update about my grandad.

He went to the hospital this afternoon and we now know what's wrong. I have good news and bad news.

The bad news is that he has terminal prostate cancer and hip cancer. The good news, however, is he's already started treatment and has been given two - ten years to live which at the age of 82, means he'll have an almost normal - normal lifespan.

The good news outweighs the bad by far. I can't put how happy I am into words. Obviously not about the cancer obviously but about the fact he's already started treatment. He was terrified about the prospect of not being able to get it it because of his age and is delighted he is. Him, my mum, dad, grandma and I were expecting the results to be bleak so we're all overcome with joy.

I'm actually crying with joy. I feel so much lighter.