My brothers life was cut short in the summer of 1999, as a result of a brain tumor. On the lucky side we did not know about the tumor untill July, which enabled my brother to life a full and healthy life...only in the last 2-3 months of his life did he ever really suffer. In August, he went into surgery for a biopsy and possible resection of the tumor. All went well...he came out of surgery as well as one would expect. Though the verdict on the tumor did not look good. His condition while seemingly ok...seemed to deteriorate after a week in the hospital, and so my mother and I made the decision to move him into hospice care. This was the right choice in that he would feel no pain and wouldn't be stuck in the hospital anymore. Within 2 days of him being moved, he passed on...the day after his 16th birthday..it was as though he was holding on to make that date. He fought strong and hard, but he couldn't stop the inevitable from happening. That Sunday evening, he left us.