I was admitted for a relapse of my autoimmune disease. I threw up nothing except bile. Megan made it her routine to come rub my back whenever she heard me vomiting. She didn’t wait until I was in distress. She absolutely made it her mission to find a doctor to explain the difference in my contractable vomiting episodes. She paged the on-call doctor quite a few times to express her genuine concern. I was also on telemetry the entire time. She made sure that I stayed untangled so it wouldn’t contribute to my anxiety. She came in smiling and it made me smile too. I could see and feel her love and commitment as a true, defined nurse and caregiver. My father was admitted the same day that I was. Meagan took time from her lunch breaks to wheel me to Daddy’s room so we both could have peace of mind. She even made sure my mom took it easy because she is elderly, but wanted to stay with us.