I made a quilt for my sister who too was undergoing chemo. She was always cold and the chemo room was cold as well. Everytime she went to the hospital for anything she took her quilt. It was on her everyday or at least close by. It was on her hospital bed in her home The night she died. It was then placed on the foot of her coffin for visitatioon and her funeral. I now have it back, and it is the most cherished quilt I own or have evere made. We sometimes never know how much our quilts we make for others mean to the ones we give them too!