Shortly thereafter, his sixteen year old daughter also moves All I want for Christmas Halloween shirt. We don’t get along. He has a heart attack. His illnesses become my life for the next 9 1/2 years. The last of my youth is spent caring for someone who has an inoperable brain tumor, grand-mal seizures, heart attack, blood clots on three separate occasions (two he was hospitalized for, the last I gave him shots in the belly at home, a flesh-eating bacteria where he almost lost his hand, and he became aggressive at the end due to the tumor. More backstory I’m not ready to share. Then he kills himself because I’m ready to leave. In those ten years, I was diagnosed as having agoraphobia.