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I knew someone who passed away last year. He was my uncle. Every time his doctor would say he needed a prescription or medication he’d switch doctors because he didn’t like hearing that. He was in denial. He lived with his wife and his wife was kind of distant. He also lived with his wife’s sister and his own two children- one of them had down syndrome. The other one went to college and had two kids. His wife’s sister had two other children. He had a lot of family and people who cared about him. He was very hardworking and made sure to take care of his niece. She’s around our age and her dad was kind of distant- so my uncle was basically her dad. When the doctors told my uncle he had cancer his first concern was his son. He has down syndrome- what was going to happen to him? What’s going to happen after I die? He had a kind of feeling that he was going to die. About a month later he came home from the hospital but he refused to eat- he was in so much pain he couldn’t stomach anything. His wife was telling the doctors, “How can he come home? He doesn’t even want to eat!” and about two days later he passed away. He was lying in bed and started throwing up and choking- his wife was telling his niece to call 911 but it wasn’t fast enough. She watched everything. It was like watching her own father die. I felt so bad for her.