How would it feel to be merely nineteen years old, grappling with a life-threatening illness that necessitates intensive treatments and prompts a retreat into solitude? I pondered whether she harbored internal fears of succumbing to her chronic ailment, or if her youthful optimism and positive outlook shielded her from despair. To my pleasant astonishment, I encountered not a defeated soul, but a resilient cheerleader, a comforting presence, far removed from the gloomy abyss of surrendering to future uncertainties. Her strength leaves me humbled.