 My dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. I was about eight years old. My sister was a nurse and I would always see her taking care of him. And I wanted to take care of him, but I didn't know what to do. So oftentimes I would feel helpless because I wanted to know how to make him feel better. Unfortunately, he did end up passing away about a year later. But that kind of steered my course to become a nurse or just be in the medical field.