Pierce Brosnan Quotes

Years ago I watched my 1st wife suffer through cancer and she went to be with Jesus.

This has been harder for my friends. I know I'm going to die.

My mother did not want cancer to interfere with my life, as she knew it would eventually end hers.

My father's death from prostate cancer in 1993 was tragic. He never complained about pain. He was a fighter. By the time he was ready to die he wasn't able to die in the way that he wanted to, which seemed an outrage to me.

My mother battled cancer for 12 years before losing her fight.

My mother died of lung cancer last year. I felt helpless. As an economist, I thought, 'What can I do?'

Dying people don't need medicine, the ones who remain do.

My father was in terrible pain towards the end because of his bed sores, and he did go into hospice, and I think that was better in some ways. You know, I think his death was peaceful, and it was all right. He was just in terrible pain.

We have lost close friends and relatives to cancer and Parkinson's disease, and the level of personal suffering inflicted on patients and their families by these diseases is horrific.

I think some people do want to die, and they will get a disease. There are people who know their lives are so troubled, and their bodies are getting them out of here.

Cancer has been a dark thread that has run throughout my life. It's taken my friends, my parents. My beautiful son.

There is nothing more painful than watching a child with a terminal disease.

I have people that have died from cancer and friends that are dealing with cancer.

Before he died, my dad had three primary cancers over 20 years, and for four of those years, he was having chemo every day. We got used to sitting as a family at the table and him not to be able to taste what we were tasting.

I know what it's like to see one's mother go through the agony of death and be unable to help; there is no consolation. We all have to bear such heavy burdens, for they are unalterably linked to life.

Death straps me to the hospital bed, claws its way onto my chest and sits there.I didn't know it would hurt this much. I didn't know that everything good that's ever happened in my life would be emptied out by it.

My father died of brain cancer in 1991. I do not know anyone whose life has not been touched by the loss of a loved one to cancer. I wrote my book 'Gracefully Gone' about my father's fight and my struggle growing up with an ill parent. I wrote it to help others know they are not alone in this all-too-often insurmountable war against cancer.

Cancer victims who don't accept their fate, who don't learn to live with it, will only destroy what little time they have left.

In 2001, my father finally succumbed to the bone cancer that had tortured him for seven years. His last weeks were a terrible, black icing on the cake, the agony, the slow twisting, thinning and snapping of his skeleton. Everything fell apart.

My father had spent years fighting cancer of the head and neck. He had numerous operations, and he was reduced and reduced and reduced. By the end, he had a growth so big under his eye that it hurt to look at him.

My biggest fear in life is losing the people I love, and the thing with cancer is that it seems that you can't really control it.

Living with AIDS is like always having the sword of Damocles over your head. The disease is scarier than death itself. The disease is so messy, so devastating, so pervasive. It robs you of everything you hold dear.

My dad was diagnosed with cancer, so we ended up burying him a year to the day that he was diagnosed.

My father passed from cancer in 2000; his brother died of cancer before that. My grandfather died of cancer.

My mother died of metastatic colorectal cancer shortly before three P.M. on Christmas Day of 2008. I don't know the exact time of her death, because none of us thought to look at a clock for a while after she stopped breathing.