I lost my only brother on July the 10th, 2004 He was batteling Leukemia at the age of 44, he had a blood stem cell transplant and died Cancer Free the Chemo and Graft Host Disease killed him. I watched him go into the Hospital with such high hopes never thinking he wouldn't make it I thought once they found a donor we were home free. I watched for 3 months a slow death..........the memories keep going through my mind especially the last day in ICU and watching him take his last breath .........he was my hero I thought he walked on water. I don't know how to get through this I pray alot and talk to him...... I'm part of the club you don't want to be in you only get there by someone dying. I miss him and still have all of the cards hanging in my Kitchen from his Funeral, I can't put them away yet. I'm haunted by the last day when I saw him in ICU he hold out his hand to me and I panicked I didn't take the moment and make it what I would of if I could do it over. To make it even more unbearable his wife treated him to say the least unkind and walked away from him when he was on his death bed. I Loved my brother and I know he loved his bratty baby sister too, I'm 39. I just wasn't done having a brother yet.
