One day while undergoing my own chemo treatment, I returned to my hospital bed to find a gift from some organization, which simply said, "We care about you." I was so touched by that gift, and the fact that I didn't have to thank anyone or be nice to a stranger when I felt so terrible moved me. I could just enjoy the gift and the feeling of knowing somebody cared about me, aside from my family. In my eyes, that was the purest kind of giving and I've never forgotten that kindness. So while watching how doctors and nurses would try to explain to the kids why they needed certain procedures, and feeling so sorry that these little children had to endure such difficult treatments, I hoped to provide just a small measure of comfort to them and realized giving a child a small toy or doll could CALM their fears just a little - sometimes more quickly and simply than words.