Okay, I am literally crying as I write this, mostly because this book became very "personal" for me.
I have been on the same bed as Mia's. I remember this,
"I'm feeling not just the physical pain, but all that I have lost, and it is profound and catastrophic and will leave a crater in me that nothing will ever fill. But I'm also feeling all that I have in my life, which includes what I have lost, as well as the great unknown of what life might still bring me."
I remember feeling the same kind of love from the people who rushed to see me at the hospital, heck broken some rules in ICU of "immediate family only"... just to see me. I remember my cool parents. I remember my thoughts... yes, "tomorrow is a brand new day". I remember the flowers, the get well soon banners, the photos and the balloons. It is heartwarming. I am still overwhelmed by how much love I acquired.
Maybe, it's true... we own the decision to stay and maybe it is also true that the only reason for it is "love".