My dad passed away in December from lung cancer. His home health nurse was wonderful. Her name is Shannon Klein and she became like family for us.

Also, my grandfather had pancreatic cancer in 1960 and was sent home to die. (He lived until 2001.) His nurse was a man named Chuck, who also became part of the family, and at our family reunion last summer he was made an “honorary brother.” There wasn’t a dry eye at the reunion.

Ten years after being treated for Testicular Cancer [Choriocarsinoma] I still remember Linda with ENORMOUS affection and gratitude. My TC was WELL-advanced when finally diagnosed, bHCG was over 364,000. When the chemo drugs hit the ‘grapefruit-sized’ abdominal tunour all hell broke loose with internal bleeding. First night I bled 7-8 pints on blood, second night it was 12-13 pints. Throughout the second night Linda just stood beside me and gently rubbed my back – the simplest of human contact, yet easily the most profound. That was ten years ago [in a couple of weeks' time] and I still remember Linda. I’ll always remember Linda! They don’t refer to nurses as ‘angels’ for nothing!!!!!!