Diagnosis Details: In September 2001, my grandfather had experienced issues having a proper bowel movement. So, he went to the doctor even though he was very stubborn and doesn't believe in medication, etc and was told that it was nothing to worry about. They did cat scans, ultrasounds and didn't find anything. A few months passed and he started getting sick, losing weight. We knew something was wrong and suggested he go back to the doctor. They then found out that he had colon cancer and that it had progressed too far along for him to have any chance of surviving and gave him an estimated 6 months to live. We were devastated at the fact that this could have possibly been prevented if the doctors actually did what they were supposed to, instead of shoving someone away who was sick. I lived with my grandparents, so I helped take care of him, feed him, get him anything that he wanted or needed to make him the most comfortable possible while my grandma went and worked at her fraternity bar. He was to stay in bed, hooked to an IV of morphine to help with the pain and a catheter and stool bag, which we had to empty. It was hard seeing someone wither away to nothing and die in front of your eyes. After 7 months of this, since he lived a month longer than said. He started to struggle to breath. I knew at that moment, that he was going. Watching your family die in front of your eyes is the hardest thing that you could ever possibly go through. He was in so much pain, that he even asked me to go get his gun so he could commit suicide. I felt for him. I am just glad he is in a better place right now. Thanks for letting me share my experience.