"Whoever Saves a Life, Saves the World"
There's a gentleman with whom I converse in the waiting room for treatment in the mornings. He's Russian (or Eastern European) and complains about having to come in for the 28 sessions. He tells me he is going to get drunk when he is finished.
I'm going to bring the technicians some homemade goods, a card, and give each of them a huge hug. They have taken such good care of me, and I'm going to miss them. I might even cry.
But that's the way it is with me: I had to do this thing which required me getting up in the dark, drinking lots of water and sitting in a machine each day for 44 days. So I made the best of it: I got myself a custom made gown, I brought the staff all kinds of different things each day, and we enjoyed one another's company. I'm going to miss them.
But it won't be over: my pre-K kids are going to make them lots and lots of "thank you" cards (after all, they saved their teacher's life) and for the next 44 days, I'm going to send them a card to remind them how important they are.