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and despite his own serious problem he still saw me immediately. The man was a saint.

He did not know I had a drug that might benefit him, and I did not know he was ill. We just loved one another as much as any father and daughter might.

So I explained the situation and the rest of the events of THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER followed.

Strangely, in lab my culture tumor cells never responded to the drug as they should have, as the had before. Only after my beloved mentor died did I find out...