My Granpa is sick

My grandpa on my mother side name is Jose Guadalupe Vargas. We call him Chato cuz somehow my grandma started calling him that at some point, or maybe it's cuz he calls all his grandsons Chatos. He's definitely been an exceptional man. He has dedicated his life to the well-being of his family and the ones around him to the point where he forgot sometimes to take care of himself.

At some point he was the richest man on his village in Zacapu, Michoacan. He had all kinds of businesses going on starting from raising pigs till the point where he had a factory and different kinds of retail businesses.

His big mistake was that he maybe gave away too much to his kids. So much that I think he spoiled them. I think he wasn't very good at teaching them how to keep producing money or that you have to work hard to earn it. What happened was that he lost it all. I'm not sure exactly how, but I'm pretty sure it was mostly his kids fault. All he has left is a few properties here in there. He lives off the rent and he still gives away most of that money to help out the his sons and daughters families that are struggling to survive cuz of bad money situations.

Just a few weeks ago he got lymphatic cancer. When they found out about it, it was pretty much spread already. So they took him to a public hospital where he gets the social security cover. These Social Security Hospitals in Mexico have very low standards of service and they get so many patients that they just can't handle it very well. In my grandpa's case he needed immediate attention cuz he was really dying! But it was the middle of the night and they didn't have a single doctor to take care of him. They didn't have bed where he could lay down, all the beds were already taken. They finally found something a kind of furniture that got improvised as a bed where he layed down. This "bed" was so small that his arms where hanging on the sides and since he was unconscious they had to tie his hands so they didn't just hang down there. They kept calling for medical attention without an answer, and he was just dying there. The family finally decided to take him to a private hospital. There he got proper attention and after a few days of critical moments he made it, even when the chances of survival were really damn low. My mom claims that the reason he survived shows how strong my grandpa is.

My father happens to be in a comfortable economical situation and he covered the expenses of the private hospital. He might not get any help from any of his brothers/sisters in law. The sad part was that when he was close to death, they were worried and fighting not about how to pay for a private better service, but about who would get what kind of inheritance from him.

It is really sad to see somebody who worked all his life, somebody who accumulated a lot of wealth, to be dying on public hospital and the ones responsible for it still trying to see what they can get from that awful situation.