They say Superman's name is Clark Kent. I say it's Justin Clark! I arrived at MetroHealth Hospital Sunday morning, around 2 am. I had been previously diagnosed with a stomach ulcer. But at this point, I hadn't been able to hold food down for a couple of months, and I was under 100 lbs. The day went on, and my kids and grandkids came to see me. At first, I didn't even think about it, but later that evening, right before the end of the shift, Justin came in there and offered me one of the tablets and showed me how to access games and the internet.

For the next few days, it was just he and I. I lay there Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and most of Friday, not knowing anything. Not being able to eat or drink anything without throwing it back up was hard, and we still didn't know anything. He tried to give me possible scenarios within the parameters of his job and never tried to diagnose. He was the only one who talked to me and tried to educate me. He learned almost my whole life story whether he wanted to or not. He monitored what I took in and what went out. On his own, he looked things up, printed them, and read them to me. He helped me by making little suggestions on how much and how often I should eat or drink. He was all that I had. At dinnertime, I got a phone call telling me I was being sued for $6000.00 for something that wasn't my fault. A few minutes later, the doctor came in and told me I have cancer basically, and left. I walked out into the hall and called his name. I gestured for him to come here. When he came in, I looked at him and asked him if he knew what the doctor was coming in to say. He looked at me and said, who and what? I told him what happened. He was the first person I told about the diagnosis. For the rest of the weekend, I didn't know what to say to my kids. At first, I was not going to tell them. Justin reminded me that I had to see it from all sides. I had to try to see if the shoe was on the other foot.

Then, on Saturday, my other nurse, the ray of sunshine, returned. She was surprised to see me. I told her the news, and together, without even knowing, trying, or thinking, they turned my life on. Their energy would not allow me to think negatively. So, instead of feeling sorry, the energy was different. It was positive and through it all I had my Superman. It was a new beginning, not a death sentence. If we dropped these nurses all over the world, the world would be a much better place.