When you’re finished your chemotherapy you ring a little bell on your last day when you’re leaving. So when I went downstairs to do my radiation one of the radiation technicians was a male and he was there every day for my 20 treatments except my very last day. On my very last day I’m laying on the table, he wasn’t there, his wife was expecting a baby and I said, “Well he’s not here, that’s fine he has a job to do.” I’m laying on the table for my last time and the tears were streaming down my eyes just because it’s so overwhelming, like this is it and now it’s, “What’s next? What do I have to do next?” But as I come out of the radiation room, there he was standing there to give me a big hug good-bye. I said that’s so much better than ringing a bell upstairs.