Is a date that I'll never forget. The doctor tried his best, but Gwen's pulmonary hypertension just wouldn't go down. The longer she was on ECMO, the less likely she would survive, and she just wasn't getting any better. Today I had another talk with the doctor, and it was the talk I didn't want to have. At 2:13 today, Gwendolyn Christine died. I held her until she went. It was the best for her; she was fighting a losing battle. She fought hard, but she wasn't responding to any of the treatments the doctor was putting her on.