I was 16 when my father was diagnosed with cancer. I remember the last few days of his life. Hospice had been called in. I watched the nurses take care of him. They gave him his medicine and bathed him. But I wanted to be the one to take care of him. I wanted to make sure he had everything he needed. I could not give 
him medicines then but one thing I could do was make sure he knew that I would be there to hold the pan when he needed to throw up, I would be the one to put cold cloths on his head and I would make sure he knew I was there, that I loved him. From that moment on I knew I could make a difference and serve others w/my heart...
Name: Barbara
City: Greer
State: South Carolina
him medicines then but one thing I could do was make sure he knew that I would be there to hold the pan when he needed to throw up, I would be the one to put cold cloths on his head and I would make sure he knew I was there, that I loved him. From that moment on I knew I could make a difference and serve others w/my heart...Name: Barbara
City: Greer
State: South Carolina
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