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was resisting the pain. I'm going to give you another example. I may have told you this before. She was supposed to go into the hospital for chemotherapy treatment on July 19th. My birthday is July 24th. To my knowledge she called the doctor and told him she was not coming in on the 19th; she was going to stay home through the 24th, because my birthday was the 24th. She arranged--I think with my children--to invite another friend of mine, Dr. John Mosely, who has a birthday on the same day, to come up to the house, and for us to have a birthday celebration--which she knew was going to be the last. She got out of bed on the 24th. The last few weeks of her life she had some sort of desire for pina colada. As much as we travelled together, I never heard her order a pina colada, but she insisted that we have pina colada for the birthday, and we did. We celebrated in the bedroom. She was out of bed, sitting in a chair. She made a toast to us on our birthday. I noticed that she was just sipping a little on her drink. I started to take her glass, and she said, “No, you can't do that! That's my glass, and I'm going to finish it.” That was the kind of person she was. After the birthday celebration, a day or so after, I took her to the hospital. That was the last time, then I brought her home after she had the therapy. Which was very bad, by the way. She was better before she went into the hospital than she was after that alleged treatment. She died on August 11th.

Year?

1983. I have very positive memories. A very high quality