I lost my best friend to Ovarian Cancer. I moved from Portland, Oregon, to New Jersey to be with her 5 years ago when she was first Diagnosed. We'd been like sisters for what would have been 11 years this christmas. She was just 38 years old. I was there the night she died. I saw her go from being somewhat ok, and her radiation of the brain working, to suffering with breathing. I had to call her Parents, at home at 5:30 in the morning on July 4th, and demand they come to the hospital that she was dying. She was going to be placed on a ventilator. They got the ventilator installed after she had low oxygen levels for 2 hours and one of the last actions she did was to rip out the tube, then  they started a second one, and she coded. I was in the hall way, watching , I had to make a phone call to her parents, saying, she's code blue, you need to get to the hospital as soon as possible. I watched them fight to get her heart started again, for 25 minutes, they were almost ready to stop when her parents arrived, but she was already gone. I was able to see her one last time and see her looking at me, and fighting to tell me, that she loved me, and then down to ICU she went. We were told she had 20 minutes left to live. She lingered another day and half. I had to fight to get her father to take her off the life support, because it was what she wanted. As soon as we took her off, she was gone, we didn't even see her breath again. She was gone, her heart stopped. My life is too in god's hands, and what i'm doing for my best friend, i promised her, I would, do an Ovarian Cancer walk. I hope to complete my first one in her memory this October.