One day, at the hospital, Mike was breaking down in the hallway. Sarah saw him. She wasn’t even Kaylee’s nurse. But she stopped. Asked if he was okay.
“I told her everything,” he said. “How I’d failed. How I was losing my daughter.”
Then she said, “Sometimes miracles happen. Don’t give up hope.”
Two days later, the hospital called. An anonymous donor had paid the full $40,000. Kaylee’s treatment was covered.
“We were stunned,” Mike said. “We asked everyone. Called the hospital over and over. They wouldn’t tell us. Said the donor wanted to remain anonymous.”
Kaylee recovered. Went into remission. Three years later, she was declared cancer-free.
Mike spent years trying to find the person who saved her. Then, six months ago, he found a receipt buried in old paperwork. It had a reference number.
He called the billing department. Begged for answers. The clerk slipped — said “her.” A woman.
Mike pushed harder. Got a first name: Sarah.
He searched. Found three nurses named Sarah who worked that day. One had moved. One had retired. The third was Sarah Patterson. My wife.Continue reading…
