I am otherwise a very strong woman. People who are close to me can say I am a very hard-headed, lady with a strong personality. But this image was scattered in bits & pieces when I was admitted with a weird diagnosis. Weird because I was still not COVID positive but was isolated and limited to people visiting, like one nurse only. Too many mixed emotions. When I was shifted to the ICU, I was in very bad shape. I had no hope left. My morale was so low that I actually started avoiding everyone, including my family. During this time which was 10 long days, I was fully supported by ICU nurses. Each and every nurse was so nice to me. One staff stands out as she constantly kept motivating me and cheering me. She encouraged me to eat and fed me at times. She and others took care of me like a baby. She was also a point of contact to my family outside the ICU. She coordinated with the laboratory and sent progress reports to my family as no one was allowed to meet me. Time passed I am back to normal, but she will always remain my angel. Thank you for the support sister Jincy, and my second life.