So I went to MTL to see him. On Saturday, he was fairly lucid, and I was able to say my goodbyes. Seeing him this morning was hard. I already said sunday that he won't live past Tuesday, and it seems like I'm right: The doctors took him off any actual medicine this evening, administering only morphine and atavan to ease his pain. By the time I wake up, I may not have a grandfather anymore. Or maybe he'll last till friday (his birthday)...who the hell knows. Our family stamina is stuff of legend.
This is the hardest thing I've ever had to deal with. Thank the gods I have wonderful friends who make me drink and dance and realise life is worth living. Otherwise...
This is definitely one of those life-changing events people keep talking about.