THE STANDARD PAGE The work was finished yet we did not win against the tumor that pressed it's malignant life force against her heart, we all said our goodbyes, I quietly spoke close to her by her right ear as I know hearing is the last sense to quit the battle frontier. She was seventeen, dying, as she lay in a sedated coma, " go on life is on the other side now " , I held her mother's hand in mine as I whispered my good bye to her daughter. We had all worked so desperately for weeks, none of us complained as we all volunteered to take her to radiation treatments, we took turns, gladly. I think about how brave she was, and how afraid we all were of the life she was losing as if it were our own.