My Grampy Part 2

I had quite a sad weekend. My uncle called me Saturday and said that my grandpa was sick. He started coughing up blood, so they took him to the hospital to have him checked out. First they thought he had a blood clot, then they thought he had pneumonia. So they gave him an antibiotic and sent him home. Well soon after they got back home the hospital called back and told him he had leukemia. Well that's a huge scary word, and I really just love this grandpa to pieces. He's the one I posted about a couple posts down. So I literally cried for 2 hours straight. Now the doctors aren't even sure if he has leukemia. They just can't figure out why his blood is so thin. They took him off the antibiotic for his pneumonia to see if they could get his blood to clot and if it doesn't get better by tomorrow then they're going to draw bone marrow (just thinking of how painful this is going to be for him makes me want to cry again) to test and see if it is actually leukemia. I just found it really frustrating that they would tell a family and a patient that it was leukemia if they weren't for sure. That's a huge deal. We visited yesterday in the hospital, and it's just so my grandpa to be making all kinds of jokes. Something happened with his IV and blood started going everywhere and got on his gown. Well after they fixed it the nurse came back to change his bedsheets and she told him he had a new gown for him. My grandpas response: "I only change my clothes once a week and today's not the day." So silly. I'm not even close to letting him go so I really hope they can find out what's wrong and make it better.