Thank you for sharing this, Neeti. In the medical field, those lights and sirens of the ambulance can become so ubiquitous that we forget what they represent. It wasn't until my mother suddenly ruptured an unknown brain aneurysm and was in those ambulances that, being on the other side of medicine, I was reminded again. Mom was transferred two times in the middle of the night in an ambulance. My brother, also a physician, rode with her. I drove right behind her. I remember feeling, these ambulance rides are rites of passage. And in this moment, we're her beloved escorts to wherever this path takes her. She's still on a slow path to recovery. But those ambulance rides were very sacred. I feel that again when I read your story about your own mother. Thank you again for reminding me what those ambulances mean. I am praying for you.