An elderly woman lay in her hospital bed, alone and fading fast. The doctors had given her only hours. No family came to say goodbye—just one young nurse who visited daily, offering comfort and small gestures of kindness.
That evening, as the woman’s breathing grew shallow, the nurse sat beside her, held her hand, and whispered, “Don’t be afraid. I’ll stay with you till the end.”
But just as she stood to leave, something on the bedside table caught her eye—a folder of MRI scans she’d seen before. Flipping to the last page, something struck her: a dark spot once labeled inoperable now looked different.
With weeks of observation and growing knowledge, she realized—this might have been treatable.
Heart racing, she ran to the doctors.
“Please, look at this. It can still be operated on!”
The doctor examined the scans—and paused. “Wait… maybe you’re right.”
Back in the room, the woman lay unaware that, in her final hours, hope had quietly returned—because one nurse refused to give up.
