Nancy was working in the emergency room the night I came in having a terribly painful miscarriage. She told me she typically works in the ICU but was there floating and helping. She did my IV and she spent so much time talking to me and making me smile. She was gentle, loving and silly, the perfect energy to get me through legitimately the hardest night of my life. I've never been so heartbroken, I've never been in so much pain. But every time Nancy popped in to check on me, I felt less alone. My mom brought me to the hospital that night (Sunday night) and she was just as amazed with Nancy. When she traded spots with my fiancé, she said not to worry because Nurse Nancy was watching over me. He loved her, too. No matter what happens, please, someone tell her that the way she treated me is one of the very few good things to happen to me during this nightmare. I hate being dramatic, but when I was told I was miscarrying my baby, I didn't want to live anymore. I didn't want to move on. I didn't want to continue at all. She, along with my mom and fiancé, are the reasons I held on. Thank her for the hope she gave me. Thank her for treating me so well. Thank her for saving me even though I couldn't save my baby.