My mother was a senior over 80 and she had to have the M.R.I. test now and then. As her daughter, I was her regular 1 . escort. It came as a 2 to me that each and every M.R.I. was a huge 3 . trial for her. I was determined to go through this tough situation with my mother. Due to her arthritis, she had to get up early in the morning for the joints to 4 . Not until then could she get dressed. I would go and pick her up to the hospital. My mother could not 5 to my pace, which meant I had to slow down. What’s important was that no 6 should be 7 on my face, for that would make my mother feel 8 . In the M.R.I. suite, it’s not unusual for us to wait for a long time. I would be on the 9 whenever my mother had to go to the bathroom. The waiting was a torture but we had no choice. My mother sometimes would 10 . I felt bad when I saw her struggling with all her efforts to cope with the therapy. Eventually, the test was over and I drove her back home. I always felt lucky that my boss is understanding.