I am weeping as I write this, they are joyful tears.  My vivid thoughts of you and Nola are of the deep affection you so obviously shared, and your NOISY, loving tribe that accompanied you to treatments.  Your children that came with you when they could, and, your LOUD, funny, grateful friends that boosted the spirit of the staff and patients whenever you all came for Nola's treatments.  The color red, especially the boxing gloves, the sparkles, the RESOUNDING musical cards, the gastronomical treats you provided, but especially the warm hugs, and genuine interest in our lives and the sharing of yours, made our job of providing treatment to Nola such a gift.  So often, oncology nurses are told "How can you work in such a depressing specialty as cancer treatment".  My response is always:  "It's a gift we are allowed to participate in."  It's not about dying.  It's about living, and you, Nola, and your wonderful extended family again reminded me of what a gift it is.   I am so glad to have crossed your paths.