I lost my only sibling, my brother and best friend to cirrhosis on June 3rd, 2011. I all happened so fast. He went into the hospital on a Tuesday evening feeling yucky and confused and by Friday afternoon, he was gone. He was diagnosed with hepatitis in Oct of 2007, then at some point developed cirrhosis. He was pretty private about his illness and was always convinced that he had it "under control". He lost over 100 lbs and just seemed different. I think that the sicker he got, the more his personality changed. We had no idea the end was so close. I didn't even find out until the day before how truly sick he was. I had a terrible feeling and started calling the Dr's and the hospital to find out what in the hell was happening and it wasn't until 4:30 pm on Thursday that they informed me how truly sick my brother was. I had to go tell our mom that her only son was going to die. I was the only one with him when he passed away at 4:35 pm that Friday afternoon. There was about 35 people up at the hospital to say their goodbyes and he waited until he and I were there alone to go. I still get the incredible panicked feeling that I did when he took his last breath. I SAW the life leave my brothers body. It was something that I cannot even comprehend to this day. Just devastating. It is just now that it is becoming "real" to me. I will never see or touch my beloved brother ever again. He was only 38 and left behind a 7 yr old son.