Lying in the sterile hospital room, I could feel my heart struggling with each beat, a relentless reminder of my end-stage heart failure, and the doctors gave me only a few short months left to live. I found myself on the verge of tears, but my nurse came in to check my vitals. I mustered a faint smile and greeted her warmly.

"Hey, I'm so glad you came back, I've been meaning to show you this."

I gently revealed my sketchbook and unveiled a beautiful portrait, a heartfelt tribute to her.