And then in that week she basically, not even one, it took more than one person to help her and so that week I did the toughest thing I’ve had to do, one of the toughest things. I went to the hospital and I said to them “Look, I just, I can’t fight anymore. I don’t have the capabilities of helping her,” because I was the one, even though she was in this independent living which was a condo—it was just for seniors, so they had a common area in on the ground floor where they would go and eat, but she had her own little apartment— so I went there and I used to go there before work pick her up for dialysis, drop her off. And I’m the one going to clean. I’m the one wash the clothes, I bathed her, I’d help into the shower and everything.