I experienced the "fun" of staying in your hospital after a gastric procedure. I was extremely nervous, and most everyone was fun in the pre-op area. I tend to be a sarcastic, silly person when I'm under stress, and I was trying to have fun and joke with nurses and other staff members to ease my nerves. When I got out of surgery I was experiencing intense pain. So bad that I said a few bad words in the recovery room. I spent the next little bit in some major pain. I had an extremely conscientious nurse named Aaron H, who was an advocate in making sure my pain and problems were minimal for my surgery, in addition to not minding my occasional cussing. I don't remember much from being in pain and still experiencing the effects of anesthesia. He was able to help me through that pain and communicate with my medical team my needs. The largest effect he had was the emotional support he provided my mother. She hasn't been in a hospital since my father died of ARDS, and I even tried to convince her not to stay. While Aaron was advocating for my pain, he was also very calming and supportive of my mother and the difficulty she had seeing me in pain. While attending to other patients while I was asleep he would poke his head in the room and check on my mother to see if she and I were OK. While I didn't witness this, my mother spoke intently on it, and I think it eased her stress after the trauma of my father passing in the hospital. When I woke up I wanted to push myself to walk and drink so I could be discharged quickly the next day. Aaron allowed me to push myself to my limits without criticizing that I was pushing myself too hard or that I needed to go harder. All the while still checking on my pain and being supportive. The night staff was great, but I was relieved to see Aaron again the next morning. He was always supportive and recognized that my sarcasm and strange humor were coping mechanisms for me in a highly stressful environment. He responded appropriately and helped me during a very painful time period while still allowing me to push myself to meet discharge requirements. So many times, people recognize the support a patient receives but not the emotional support that is required for the family. He sensed the anxiety my mother had in caring for me and was able to compassionately extend emotional support to her.