I had a spinal fusion, and Jennifer was my nurse. She was my nurse as soon as I got out of the operating room and did more than she had to in order to make sure I was comfortable during the transfer from bed to bed. She talked me through the whole process to make sure I knew what was happening, even though I was very medicated. Jen was my nurse the next day. She came in with a smile on her face, and you could tell she was so happy to be there. I was in so much pain, and she did everything she could to make sure I was comfortable. I had to get up that day, and she was so incredibly patient with me. I was absolutely terrified, and she sat with me to ensure that I felt comfortable and safe. She went as slow as I needed her to, assisting in any way that I asked her to. She had a two-day break after those two days I had with her, but my request was honored when I asked to have her again. I got to have Jennifer again for the next two days. She had to remove my bandages and drain that first day she was back. I screamed and cried in pain and fear. She talked me through everything she did step by step. When I got done, she made sure I was comfortable before she left my side. She let me hold her hand while she wiped my tears and reminded me to breathe. When she would come in and get me out of bed, she always told me I could physically lean on her to take a break if I needed to. She would ask me questions about myself to help calm me down when I was crying and couldn’t stop. We learned that we had many things in common over those 4 days we spent together. She took such amazing care of me those days that every single one of my family members noticed and thanked her for everything she had been doing for me. Knowing I was supposed to be discharged on her day off, I sobbed when her shift was over. She let me hold her hand while I cried, saying I didn’t want her to leave. No nurse had taken care of me as well as Jen had. All I wanted was for her to stay with me. She stayed until I somewhat calmed down, and I felt okay for her to leave. I did not end up getting discharged when I was supposed to. So after another off, my second, and final, request to have Jen was honored. Knowing I was going home, I was extra emotional because I knew I wouldn’t be able to see Jen probably ever again. While she had other patients, she made time to help me get ready to go home. As I started to cry, Jen came into the room to help me pack. She held me for so long until I physically felt okay to let her go. She wiped my tears, cleaned my glasses, held my hand, and wished me nothing but success in my future. Jen saw so much fear, sadness, and pain during those 5 days I had her. She also saw and celebrated the small and large accomplishments along the way. I was so scared going into this surgery, not knowing how it would turn out. Jen was a blessing from God to help calm my heart, mind, and soul. Jen helped me in more ways than any other nurse did or any other person could. I will eternally be grateful for Jen and all she did for me.