I first met 8-year-old Katy on a rainy afternoon. I was a1at a hospital. The clerk at the desk told me about Katy. She was there because she felt a lot of2. The doctors found a problem at the base of her brain.
I knew she was3even before she got better.
When I entered Katy's room, she was not in her bed.4Katy did not feel well, she was playing with Tommy, a little boy. It was5for her just to sit in the chair. But she played with Tommy because it made him6.
Katy was always smiling and never appeared to be in pain. She didn't7to just lie in bed. One day I found her painting a picture. Later, she gave it to one of the older patients. Another day she went outside to8 flowers for another sick little girl. Katy made9smile.
The doctors managed to solve the problem in Katy's brain. The operation was10! The doctors told the good news. Katy was fine. She soon felt11. Then she was able to12the hospital a month later.
I have had a long career as a nurse. I have met many patients.13, I have never met another girl like Katy. Even after she got well, she still came to the hospital. She played different games with the young patients.
She read many books to the14patients. Katy's kind heart helped her get better so15. She is a hero to me and everyone else at the hospital.
