At the age of 22 you are invincible, nothing in the world can stop you, especially if you work in the medical field. You are the one that is supposed to be helping others and giving them courage and strength. You're young, vibrant, strong, and have the world at your fingertips with an exciting future ahead. Having one collapsed lung, let alone two in a week was not a part of my exciting future plan. But this past Christmas break as I was gearing up to lead a mission trip to Haiti, God had other ideas for what was to come. After going home from Blessing the first time I got another spontaneous pneumothorax from congenital blebs on my lung causing it to collapse again. This happened on a Friday afternoon exactly one week later. Knowing the signs and symptoms my mom and I headed back to Blessing hoping another chest tube was not awaiting me. But at around 9 that evening chest tube procedure number two was in the works. Nurse Diana was done with her shift and handing my case off to the next wonderful ER nurse who was a bit younger and had never had experience with chest tubes. Meanwhile Dr. C was newer to his position and not as acquainted with the hospital and supplies as he would have liked. It was in this instance that Diana made the decision to stay through my chest tube procedure as a helping and loving hand to everyone in the room. For each person, she fulfilled a unique role. Diana was the pillar of strength, the helping hand, the shoulder to lean on for my mother, the answer to every question the surgeon and nurse had, and most of all she was the hand I held for the entire procedure. She was my guardian angel in that moment, holding on to me, protecting me, and greatest of all being the strength that my mother needed as well. I know Diana has a family of her own and had a long drive home that evening; she had already given 12 hours of her life that day to others, but went above and beyond her duty to stay with me. As I finish up my Master's in Occupational Therapy and head out into the medical field to serve others I want to be a Diana. I want to be that pillar anyone can lean on and be there for those we serve when they need it most. She exemplifies a type of care that we should all strive to give. With my medical knowledge and background this second procedure was even scarier than the first and I knew every muscle and organ that was being cut in to or worked on. I could feel it and understand it as it happened but I felt so little pain both physically and emotionally because of the support that this empathetic experienced nurse provided. My mother stood next to me the entire time. She had already seen this happen once the week before, although less invasive, and had no choice but to be strong for me. Although in the back of her mind she also had a husband and son, serving mission work in a third world country that needed to get home safe. A daughter who couldn't keep her lung inflated for more than a week and she was now entering a world of unknowingness for what the future would hold for her health and wellbeing. She needed comfort in this time. She needed grace. She needed love. And she needed someone to share their strength with her. Diana was all of those for my mom. For that, I am so grateful. The feeling I had that night when Diana finally left the room was one of complete comfort and ease. Thank you, Diana, for doing your job and giving it your all and nothing less. Thank you for being human in our sometimes extremely inhumane world of medicine that loses sight of compassion and empathy. Thank you.