I freely admit my struggle to write a summation of Jane’s story. I can’t pinpoint why other than I genuinely believed this woman deserved to be treated with the same dignity and honesty that she herself presented. The image of her standing by a window looking at the life she imagined, seeing the years unfold, the joy of family, creating a family home with her husband, building on an established career while juggling the balance of family life as the children grow or simply in years to come, eating the produce from the fruit trees recently planted. Jane can see it, just can’t reach it. This was heartbreaking.