Wow. This is such a good topic, Catina. And like you said, I don’t know that I have an answer. I’ve been fortunate that I haven’t really been the one waiting for news or a diagnosis, at least not for a long period of time. There was one time when I was waiting, and I remember family calling, special prayers being said and just feeling supported because people reached out. Lately, though, I feel like we’re at a stage of life where there’s a lot more waiting. Maybe not always for us personally, but for the people we love. And I find myself worrying about how to be there for them. Because you’re right. We’re waiting too. We’re worried too. And sometimes I think that makes us quieter because we don’t know what to say or we don’t want to add to what they’re already carrying. I never want someone I love to mistake my quiet for absence. I want them to know I’m right there, waiting with them, even when I don’t have the right words or actions. When you think of them, reach out, in that moment. Check on them. Remind them they aren’t alone.