The worst part about seeing him wasn't his pale skin or expressionless face; the worst part of seeing him was watching the tubes go down his throat and the IVs penetrate his fragile paper-like skin. Even though we were told he would never fully recover, he was eventually released from hospital, but this only created more problems for everyone in the family. The actual act of caring for my grandfather wasn't the problem; the problems stemmed from realizing that his health would never recover, which would eventually lead to him seeing it deteriorate. He soon began to have bed sores and became malnourished due to the pain he felt when consuming food, while with each passing day his pain only increased. This began to wear on my family, from being used to seeing a man so strong and healthy, to seeing something so cadaverous. Not only was my grandfather in pain, but he was in pain too