My father came into the ER. He was sent to another ER because they believed he had pneumonia. We had already found out that his pancreas cancer had moved from Stage I to Stage 4 during radiation treatment. We knew pneumonia on top of it could only make things worse. He was sent from the ER to the ICU at approximately 11:30, where he tried sleeping. The next morning, he met this very sweet nurse. The way my father talked about her and explained it to me is that she took care of all his medical needs like you would expect a nurse to do, like you would hope a nurse would do, like someone that cared almost as if they were family. She asked if he needed or wanted anything. He asked for a cup of coffee. As God would have it, when she came back with his coffee, he was her only patient at that point. So rather than leave the coffee and go, she sat and drank coffee with the 74-year-old man and talked with him. He said they talked about Vietnam, fishing, working in a garden, family members lost to cancer, and other things. He said she made him feel comfortable. For all the good work hospitals do and have done in his life, my father hates being in them. But, she made my dad feel at ease being here. I could see the look in his eyes when he told me about her; in just that short amount of time, he was proud to have known her. She made him feel as if she truly cared, not as if he were just a part of her job. She made him feel like most everyone here at the hospital actually cares. He said she was someone special. She is a special kind of nurse and probably deserves more accolades than this award can give. She did/does her job well and did/does it with feeling. I’m sure she’s touched other patients just as deeply. Unfortunately, my father passed away, but I know he wanted me to recognize her.