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When I was in college, my grandfather died of cancer. After eight months of chemotherapy and Hospice, he passed away in his home.

I was there the morning they took away his lifeless body.

A few years later, a friend of mine died of leukemia when he was only thirty-two years old. A high school math teacher and baseball coach, he left behind a wife who was eight months pregnant.

Then after being hooked up to an oxygen machine for eight years, my father died of cancer.

He needed help for the SIMPLEST of things, such as getting out of his chair or going to the bathroom.

Unable to work or play with his grandchildren, my dad was MISERABLE in what should have been his golden years.

After these experiences, I decided I did NOT want to end up like that.

I want to grow old with my wife.

I want to throw batting practice to my son.

I want to dance at his wedding.

How about you? What's your story?