Thursday, November 19, 2009


I went to the funeral of a patient today. He was 28 and died three weeks after his cancer diagnosis. I was there during that 3 weeks and I know he was fighting everyday. I remember the last time I talked with him. I pray for his wife, his mother, father and sister. He was a good man.

1 comment:

Wounded and Healing said...

That must have been a tough experience for you and everyone caring for him. I'm glad you were there in his final days, and I bet your presence was a blessing to him and his family.