I have been living with stage IV metastatic renal cell carcinoma since 2018. The last 3 months have been terrifying with a new diagnosis of gram-negative sepsis. I was on my 3rd weekend of hospitalization in 5 weeks. I was sick. I was scared. Even more than scared, though, I was exhausted. Exhausted physically, exhausted mentally, and exhausted emotionally. I have worked with countless nurses during my journey, and all have been good, but Bryn was special. I looked forward to 7:30 pm when she arrived for her overnight shift. She came into my room and was exceptionally attentive and kind. She had a genuine interest in not only me as a patient, but me as a person. She went out of her way to provide physical comfort with little things. Things like a hot pack for a sore shoulder from the hospital bed I was trying to get comfortable in. Environmental comfort by making sure my room was neat and tidy, and what I needed was always within arm's reach. Most impressive, however, was the emotional comfort she provided. She asked questions about me as a person and genuinely cared about the answers. She listened, really listened, and cared, really cared. I know she was busy and had many patients to attend to, but I never felt rushed. I never felt dismissed. I felt cared for. I spent only 2 nights with her as my nurse, but she will forever be in my heart. Bryn, with only one “n”, is what every nurse strives to be. Smart, caring, knowledgeable, but most of all, compassionate.