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When I was small (about 11) my grandfather was diagnosed with terminal bowel cancer. We visited him in the hospital one day. He said he felt sick and called for a nurse. He suddenly violently vomited. His puke was dark red. The nurse looked very worried; but she didn't say anything. She had gone to get something to help my grandfather. I remember my mother saying we should go. An hour later we found he had died in hospital.