I have just started the nursing program, but a few years ago I volunteered at an oncology unit in our local hospital. I did'nt really do much, just greeted the patients and did little odd jobs that needed done. There was one lady who came in with her husband to have a treatment done, and she was probably the sweetest lady I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. She was very sick, but she was still polite to everyone. One day when she came in I started talking to her about different things, and I helped her back to the room and got a blanket for her because she was cold. A few weeks later I learned that she had passed away. I seen her husband some time after that in a restaurant, and he recongnized me and waved me over to the table he was siiting at. He told me how much he appreciated the time I took out to make his wife as comfortable as possible while she was at the clinic. He also told me that his wife had told him about our conversation, and how she appreciated young people that took the time to help that elederly. I was very moved by some of the things that he told me, and after that it was easy for me to make up my mind about becoming a nurse.