On my way to work with a heavy heart. Doc called Uncle this morning to inform that he broke the news to Grandpa that his toe has to be amputated off and Grandpa has already signed and given his consent, but is very sad now. 兜兜转转. What we hate to see most and tried to prevent 6mths ago with all the ops and what not, still had to happen. A part of me tell myself that "hey its for the better! so that it doesn't spread to other toes or his entire leg."
But deep down, I still can't help but to feel sad. Imagine what one has to go through to mentally prep himself that he's going to lose part of him. I don't think any amount of mental preparation could suffice.
I just hope, things will really get better after this op.