When I first came to the hospital, I still had my hair, which I had been growing out for almost 1 and 1/2 years after my first cancer treatment, so I was hesitant to cut it. I knew I should cut it off before it started to fall off from chemo again, but I waited until I was admitted to the hospital to do so because I was nervous. My hair was a big part of my identity, and parting with it again was going to be difficult since I had just gotten it back. I did not want to be bald again from chemo, but before I started chemo, I asked Leora if she could cut it off. Before cutting my hair, we decided to do something fun with my hair, so she gave me bangs and a Mohawk, which looked so silly. I realized I should never get bangs or a mohawk. She made letting go of my hair fun and exciting. Losing my hair to chemo the last time was one of the hardest parts of undergoing chemo, but rather than it being difficult, Leora made it fun. I wasn't sad to see my scalp again; rather, I was overjoyed to experience hairstyles that I never would have attempted before. During the first day I got chemo, I was nervous because it had been well over a year since I had chemo last, and I never thought I would have to get chemo again. I knew what was awaiting me...nausea, vomiting, weight loss, low energy, and more symptoms which I would never have dreamed of. Before coming to the hospital, I was informed of the process of receiving a BMT and was extremely scared. I knew of the many, many different complications that can arise. So when Leora began my chemo, I was extremely nervous, which presented as what I believe was a panic attack. I have never had one before, but that's what it felt like, a minor panic attack. My heart felt weird, and I thought I was having an allergic reaction, but Leora said everything was fine. She calmed me down and even did an EKG to make sure nothing was wrong. Before getting my transplant cells, Leora sat down with me and asked me if I had any questions because she was able to see I was quite nervous. I was afraid my body would reject the cells and die on the spot. She explained what exactly would happen the day of the transplant and answered any questions I had, which calmed my nerves. Throughout recovery from the chemo, she would visit even when she wasn't my nurse to check up on me. She would force me to eat so I could leave the hospital. We even made a deal where if I ate 1000 calories that day, then she would take me somewhere. Whenever she would visit, I would feel much better. Her presence gave me comfort. Some of my fondest moments during my transplant were speaking with her. I cannot stress enough the impact she made on staying in the hospital. She would just light up my room whenever she would enter, even if she was coming in to give me chemo. Leora is the most amazing, sweet, kind, sincere, and friendliest person I have met. I will never forget her. I wish her well in her future endeavors.