Kuala Lampur, Nov. 11 -- Musliha, the cancer patient I had mentioned in a few of my columns, passed away over the weekend.

She died at home, weakened and in pain, after being told there was nothing more the doctors could do for her.

As patients, we were two sides of a coin.

Unlike me, she was married with children.

When she got her diagnosis, the costs terrified her so much she decided not to follow the treatment plan, not realising she still had options funding-wise while I, well, you know what I did after my diagnosis.

It's been nearly two years since I found out I had cancer and while I'm enduring medically-induced menopause, my cancer is in remission and I don't have much cause to complain.

For Musliha when she finally returned ...