My dad had pulmonary fibrosis and was recently admitted twice to the hospital. We were planning for him to go home as a Hospice patient. An hour before his scheduled transport, it was determined he may not survive the ride home. Advocating for him to go home regardless of survival chances was a hard thing, but Lori had been his nurse both times and she was amazing! She stood in the hall with me and listened, she cried with me, hugged me and did whatever she could to make that transport happen. And then I asked if we could move the transport back an hour so that his family could get to the hospital in time to say goodbye to their Grandpa. And of course, she made that happen, too. She played so many roles that day, a nurse, a shoulder to cry on, an educator and a friend. I cannot express how thankful we are for her.