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In 1993 my father was diagnosed with lung cancer.He   [MASK]   not to receive chemotherapy treatments   so that he could live out the rest of his life in   dignity  .About a week before his   death  , we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us.He made excuses but said "53 okay ".He knew it would probably be the   last   time he would play for us.He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes.When I   looked around  , there was not a dry eye in the family.We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner   strength  .Dad would never play the mandolin for us again.We   felt  at the time that he wouldn't have enough strength to play, and that makes the memory of that day even   stronger  .Dad was doing something he had done all his life,  giving  .Sick as he was, he was   still   helping others.