And whenever fear started to swallow me, that same nurse appeared with her calm voice and steady hands, explaining each update with a patience I leaned on more than I liked to admit. She guided me through choices I never imagined I’d make alone. In many ways, her presence held me upright when everything else in my world felt like it was tilting.
Time moved forward, and somehow life softened again.
My son grew into a bright, healthy boy whose laughter carried the gentleness his mother once brought into our home. Then, at a community event years later, I spotted a familiar face across the crowd—the nurse whose kindness had helped stitch me back together. She recognized us immediately and walked over, wearing the same warm smile I had never forgotten.
