As I awoke from the most embarrassing surgery of my life, one that even my closest friends were unaware of, I faced an uncertain reality. Doctors were concerned, even bewildered. My family was worried, and so were my teachers. I tried to keep track of the haunting doctor appointments racking my calendar. Sick days led to countless missed classes. I worked tirelessly to maintain my grades. Finally, following multiple tests and procedures, came a diagnosis: Crohn’s Disease. I rejoiced at the thought of healing and was soon cleared to start receiving infusion treatments that would be a part of the rest of my life. Through my health challenges, I recognized the problem of a lack of comfort in our healthcare system. I would arrive at the Cancer Center, recline my chair, wait for the nurses, and take in my surroundings. I was met with older men and women most likely receiving cancer treatment. Most were alone, eyes wandering aimlessly, and had only the towel-like blanket provided by the center. As I sat getting infusions for nearly two years, I always had a blanket and book from home. These two objects were a source of comfort for me, so I believed they could be a source of comfort for other patients. Therefore, my solution to a lack of comfort in our healthcare system was to host a drive for blankets and books called “Person First, Patient Second.” I created posters to share on social media and posted physical copies around town. I distributed the message through multiple student organizations I am a part of, including the National Honors Society. My community rallied around my cause by sharing my message and donating. With my two boxes in front of the school and multiple doorstep pick-ups, I received over sixty blankets and over one hundred books. I was astonished by the support. When I dropped off the donations, I thought of every patient finding a little bit of comfort. I was grateful to help the people of the infusion center who are now and will always be my community. Shortly after my drive ended, I was invited to present my donations and participate in the Cancer Center’s butterfly release for cancer survivors. When I arrived with boxes of donations saw the faces I was helping. Everyone received a butterfly encapsulated in paper to release, as a symbol of hope. As I stood surrounded by the nurses, seen merely hours before for my own treatment, I was overwhelmed with my ability to bring comfort to those like myself. My drive was about providing comfort to a group of people who would otherwise not feel comforted. I realized the potential I have to make a difference and solve problems, no matter how untouchable the issue may appear. The healthcare system may be too large of a problem for me to fix, but this did not discourage me from changing what I could. I was able to touch the lives of patients I felt a personal connection with and make a positive impact on my community.