My beautiful Angel Heather was born on June 1, 1988. She was friends with everybody. She would give the shirt of her back to help anybody. She was beautiful inside and out. Shortly after New Year in 2010, she was experiencing some swelling in her knees. It kept getting worse, so she went to see an orthopedic surgeon. After many attempts of medication, it was worsening. They drew her blood, and discovered that her white cell counts were higher than they should be and they immediately rushed her by ambulance to Mass General Hospital. I got the call the night before, I didn't have any proof of that by a Dr. so I waited and left in the morning because it was 2 hours away to Boston for me. Nothing could prepare me for walking the red line that day, or the drive that day, I was numb. I saw the face mask over her face, and just looked in her eyes, and I just knew, I couldn't help crying. My Daughter had to go through so many rounds of chemo. I still remember she cut her own hair, because she didn't want it falling out in clumps. She had so many barbaric to me bone marrow biopsy's, nothing can prepare a parent to see that, or her dwindling down to almost bones. I was working 50-60 hours a week at the golf course just to make gas money to go to Boston, plus take care of my own two children (Thanks to Tom L) for helping me out with my kids. I also had to cook for my job, and prepare meals for Heather, because of her immune system, she could not have any risk to her immune system. Basically I was kept out of the loop, not going to mention names, which was a really sick thing to do, even if your divorced or separated, you should always come together for the sake of any sick child, just makes them that much sicker (the other parent). I was told by a friend of mine, that they were removing her life support plug, while I was at work, I never drove so fast in my life. The only piece left of her to hold was her toe, so many people who loved her were around her. Nobody should ever experience losing their child. I would of given anything to change places with her. She was only 2 months away from getting her bachelor's degree, and getting engaged. I loved her more than anything. We had a special bond that nobody could break, and a friendship that will last until the end of time for me. She would make up baskets for all the other patients on her floor, all her age, and pass them out to the less fortunate. Since she passed away, nobody in the family talks to each other, it is really sad, and she would not want that, or stand for it. I say a prayer for her every morning and look for that single star every night begging her to come to me in my dreams. I know in my heart of hearts that we will be together again when it is my time to be with her!