I have always dreamed about being someone who has never lost a loved one to cancer. I sometimes sit and wonder how wonderful that would feel; I will never be able to experience that luxury. My grandfather died from bone cancer several years prior to my birth. I grew up hearing stories about a vivacious man with a powerful presence that touched everyone he met; I also heard the stories of his last, pain-ridden days. My uncle lost his battle to bone cancer in 1987. I visited him several times during my Christmas break. I will never forget the last time I saw him. At the end of my last visit, he reached up to me and told me "I love you and I am very proud of you". I knew that would be the last time that I would be able to see him alive; we both knew. Two months later, he was gone. After his death, I decided that I needed to do something so no one else (patients, caregivers, friends, families, colleagues, etc.) has to feel that pain.