There were so many wonderful nurses while we were at Cook's. Chris's hall of fame includes: Steve - He knew how to help Chris get more comfie to sleep with a back brace and a neck brace, thereby making him a hero. Jack - She was the ICU rules-Nazi who was fiercely devoted to her patients and enforced rules (like two visitors at a time) because she wanted the children under her charge to get better. Missy - One night at shift change, Chris whined, "I want Missy . . . ." Had he been in charge of shift assignments, Missy would have been on each evening. Kim - Ah, yes. His favorite. The first time she came in, I had "Mercy Me" going in the Ipod. She asked Chris who his favorite Christian group was. (Easy question for a boy who's just been to an Audio Adrenaline concert.) Her loving spirit matched her nursing skills. One afternoon Kim observed as Chris came out in his wheelchair to a small crowd of supporters. She watched as his aunt fanned him to keep him cool and as his cousin Maddie stood at his side with a drink and straw in hand. Kim shook her head, came over and grabbed the cup, went back to her desk and wrote the words "PRINCE CHRIS" on it, and returned the cup. It was his cherished styrofoam cup for the rest of our stay.