I had a patient that was admitted from a general floor for respiratory distress. He was a lung CA patient, but was in the best of spirits! He was on constant a 6Lo2 and couldnt be without it. I took care of him for 4 days and loved being his nurse. We talked and he quickly became one of my favorite patients. He and his family were the most kind and positive people. THe am before his D/C i found him walking in the hall and noticed right away that he did not have his oxygen on and quickly tried to walk him back to his room. Before we got back to the room he went limp and started to fall. My little body held that 200LB man up while screaming for help like it was my own father. He came to with O2 and I was just so scared for him. He was ok and we took him to the room and he silently cried and said he never realized how weak and vulnerable he was. It brought tears to my eyes to see his realization and his sadness. Before he left, he told me that I was one of the best people he ever knew and to never change. I was sad to leave him, knowing that I might never see him again, but happy he was going home to be where he needed to be. He was actually readmitted a few months later and I was assigned to him. I walked in and though very weak, looked at me and said hey look its my favorite nurse. Ill never forget him, he was a very special patient.