I still wince when I remember what happened to Laura about three months after the flat-tire incident when we took the post-SRS MRI to her oncologist. We had parked in the hospital garage, walked through the main hospital reception area, and then out through the TD bank that’s in the corner of the hospital building. We were going through double doors, and someone was coming through the right hand door towards Laura. She was ahead of me. The door swung shut. Laura did not hold out her hand to catch the door because she couldn’t see it coming from her right. All of a sudden she was smacked hard in the face by the closing door. Laura was stunned and in pain. I was stupid. I knew she could see less and less because of the cut in her vision; yet, I let her go first.