Please Read
My grandfather always loved scratch tickets. He didn't have much money, but every day he would jog from their apartment to the convience store to buy some. His favorite kind was the scrabble one. Where they scratch off the letters one-by-one to see how many words were on the scratch ticket. He used to win money on them. One day, he had to have surgery. Something was wrong with his bladder. When he came out, he looked great.
Then, they noticed something wrong. He couldn't keep any food down. They had some tests, and found out he had cancer. He just had another procedure (surgery) about a week ago. When he came out, he had tubes from his back to be fed with. He didn't even need help with his breathing. He had medicine to keep him comfortable. Then, the next day, when the nurses came in, they noticed he was in bed, not breathing. They had to put him on breathe support. When he started breathing again, they put tubes in his nose to help him breathe. He wasn't doing good. The day after that, we were taking our Mom's boyfriend out to dinner. We got a call from our grandmother, saying that my grandfather wasn't doing really bad, and was going to die soon. Probably in the next few weeks.
Today, we are going to visit my grandfather in the hospital, which is more than one hour away.
I am going to bring him:
His favorite scratch tickets.