So as I entered the room with you for the first time, you sat me in the corner next to the bed, and I couldn't help but feel like I was the boy in trouble for picking on the girl (I was maybe guilty of that in the second grade). I looked around, noticing all of the tools and gadgets, the struts on the bed and the monitor next to us. Some of the stuff was pretty scary looking and you just chuckled at the look on my face. I remember saying out loud to you, "Am I supposed to be here?". You just laughed and reassured me. The doctor came in and introduced herself to me. All the time, you're the one that has to sit on the table/contraption that looks like something out of a torture chamber, but yet I'm the one looking for comfort? Thanks for being the trooper you are.