In my opinion...I do believe that there is a point in time that someone must quit. I used to think that it is never okay to quit until my father got sick. When my father got sick for a year and a half and had to battle brain cancer he never quit until he had to. Sometimes people have to quit because their bodies must force them to. My father did not stop battling the cancer until he had to. Some say if the cancer doesn't kill you, then the chemo will. My father fought everyday of his life. He finally had to stop when he went up to hospice in the hospital. When you are moved there, there is not a high percent chance that you will make it for much longer. My dad had to stop when he was in a coma and on life support. He fought very hard and didn't quit until he had to. RIP

I really wish that I was able to see my dad not only more frequently but again. I wish that I could see him more frequently because my father and I were very close. My dad and I used to do everything together. He would be at every single one of my hockey games, I would go with him to his business', we would always go out to eat, and everything else that a boy does with their father. When my father got sick I was not able to do all of these things again. We would no longer go to my games together, go buy automobiles, or play sports. It was either he was at the hospital getting chemo therapy or he was home sleeping. My father was diagnosed with level 4 brain cancer. He fought it off for a year and half and was in remission. However, they say if the cancer doesn't kill you, then the chemo will. After a long battle it was my father's time and he had passed away in November of 2006. To this day I wish that I was able to spend more time with him before he passed and wish that I could still spend time with him. It just really sucks not having him around and leads me to do stupid things sometimes.