Your condition has worsened over the past week, you lost over ten pounds from the therapy alone and there is no longer hair left on your head to fall. You refused to look at the mirror, your pasty skin and hollow cheeks frightened you. You kept a hat on at all times and made sure to wear a mask if a different nurse came into the room. You weren’t comfortable with looking so vulnerable in front of a stranger. At this moment of your life, weakness is something you learned to despise. Although you were growing weaker, you continued to keep track of how you felt and the thoughts that occupied your mind in your diary. The determination in your heart to live for Yixing was often written on those pages and helped you fight. It made you wonder if you were strong enough to win this long battle. You opened your mouth as your doctor his flashlight and peered into the back of your throat. He was doing another one of your daily checkups when your phone began to ring. He gave you a knowing look before leaving the room, you had told him about Yixing during one of your therapy sessions.