Wow, I'm sorry. When I suffered an attack of appendicitis a couple of decades ago, my dad drove me to the hospital after I called him and told him I was sick and in pain.

The doctors had a hard time diagnosing me at first, and within a couple of hours, four or five friends and coworkers showed up. Nobody asked them to, and of course they couldn't DO anything medical.

But as I was anesthetized and wheeled toward surgery, all those faces looking down and telling me I was loved and I'd be fine sure did me a world of good.

I'd hope that would be easy for some to understand.