My aunt had just been transferred to a specialized cancer treatment hospital after staying in the regular hospital for 2~ weeks. Her colon cancer had came back with the force of a sledgehammer after several years of being cancer-free. It had spread to her intestines and stomach. My cousins had flown me in to help take care of my aunt, we had been taking turns staying up over-night to make sure my aunt was comfortable and pain-free or as pain-free as she can be. When my aunt was transferred to the specialized hospital; my family had just flown in so my dad wanted to stay with me for the over-night care. During the night my aunt kept telling me that it hurt, it hurt, so I had to go to the nurse to ask them to increase her morphine dosage. They did increase the dosage. Even with the dosage she was still experiencing pain, so I asked them for another dose. She died with a painful grimace on her face... I kind of stood next to her bed going "aunt? aunt??" My dad hung his head on my shoulder and cried. All I could do was stand there numb, I called the nurses in and I told my dad we had to call my cousins. It was around 2-3am. It all feels fuzzy, but I'll never forget the look on her face nor how I felt the moment she died. I still don't know if I did enough to ease her pain... I think somewhere in my head, I truly had believed she'll beat this cancer back. We still miss her very much.