My first memory of wanting to help people die with support was when I was 7 years old, and my grandfather fell ill and was in the hospital for 6 months. I would go to the hospital with my father and spend every day with him and hold his hand. I felt strongly at that age that, although he was in a coma, he could feel me being there, and I was supporting him. From that moment on, I knew that I wanted to be there when people were sick/dying to hold their hand, to support them, to make sure that...