I lost my 42yrold brother Danny after a 5 month struggle with liver cancer. September 11th has changed my life so much. We all were there when he passed. It's that last night I can't get out of my mind. He was in unbeleiveable amount of pain. i have worked in homecare and hospice most of my life but I never seen the fear and agony like I did that night.... I am now a complete mess. It seems to be getting hardier rather than easier . I can't focus , sleep or work. I loved my brother very much but I have to admit I regret not spending more time with him over the years. The last 5 months we all spent as much time as we could...why did i not do that before? the guilt is eating me up!