Jenny already knew she was going to die when she went into emergency after the minor procedure to change the battery for her pacemaker. She said: “I came here to die.” No one believed her then. Everyone thought she was being radical and contrary, which was her usual style when she was at the peak of her strength. We just shrugged it off. But she would be gone in less than two weeks. As she lay waiting for the end, she commented that it was strange knowing that one was about to die. I felt how terribly alone she was in this realization. Because all we could fathom and offer her was our helpless desperation of watching someone about to die.