The delivery started off a little rocky. I got lost in the staff parking lot and ended up going to the wrong cancer center. I really did not want to be late because I didn’t want to seem unprofessional and unreliable. This would be, what I hoped, first of many donations I would make and I did not want to mess it up! I was already nervous and that combined with being lost made things quite a bit more stressful. Did I mention that it was also just twenty degrees out? I mumbled about my numb nose and aching toes, and then caught myself, realizing the tiny bit of discomfort I was feeling then was absolutely nothing compared to what I was about to witness. Once I found my way into Mary Heery’s office, the breast health specialist at Norwalk hospital, I felt much better. She welcomed me with a huge smile and hug. I was so happy to finally meet her after almost six months of emailing back and forth. She was so welcoming, friendly, and appreciative of the work I am doing. It was so nice to talk to her and explain my inspirations and motivations face-to-face. Getting recognition from her for all the time and effort I put into the project was so gratifying. She had the hospital’s photographer come in and take a few photos of the two of us. While I knew what I was doing would be meaningful to the patients, it was super-exciting to see how much it meant to the doctors. You can only imagine how something like this could affect someone's life, and I did imagine it, but it was not nearly as much as I thought, and that was truly inspiring. Ms. Heery then led me to the chemotherapy suite, where I was actually able to bring the basket over to the patients and watch them pick out a scarf. Now that, that was truly amazing. Having the opportunity to see people you desperately want to give to smile and awe over what you have spent so much time doing, left me speechless. I never thought I would actually be able to witness it, but I am so thankful that I did. The smiles on the patient's face as they leafed through all the different colored scarves was all I could have asked for. They all said thank you, even though I would almost hoping they wouldn’t. I did not want to say you’re welcome for something that they deserve to have. I can not even begin to imagine the time they are going through and for me to do this, was my pleasure.