She sat there in a hospital, nervously punching the keys of her mobile. Occasionally looking up to see if the doctor’s door opened and she could get an update on what was happening. Perhaps it was her husband, perhaps her parent, or perhaps a friend who was inside with the doctor. She sat alone, trying to appear calm even though her eyes gave away her anxiety. All will be well, I wanted to reassure her. I am sure all was well for her.