I had struggled for hours, thinking that maybe I should just give up. Becoming so weak over the past few months, I could feel myself withering. I knew I wasn’t going to survive very long, so I decided to bake cookies for my hospice nurse to thank her for taking care of me. In hindsight, it was not a very good idea. But in the end, I had a lot of help from my husband, and my extremely eager ten year old daughter. Once they saw me struggling, they practically rushed to help me. We made the cookies and gave them to my nurse. She cried so hard as she embraced me, telling me that I was the strongest cancer patient she had ever known. From beyond the grave, I must say that this is my favorite memory, and I will be watching over that nurse until the end of her days. I will protect her with all that I have, because she deserves the world.