Jacob was an absolute rockstar nurse — basically the Beyoncé of the CVICU. He worked his tail off making sure my dad was on the express lane to recovery, double-checking every line, tube, beep, and noise-making machine like a man on a mission. He didn’t just clock in; he committed. The guy was in there more than some of the machines!

His attitude? Immaculate. His care? Top-tier. His ability to make my dad actually want to get out of bed and move? Practically miraculous. Jacob, if dedication and heart were medicine, you’d be the full treatment plan. Thank you for being the kind of nurse who makes families breathe easier — and who somehow keeps smiling through the madness.