The Young Doc

The alarm goes off at 5:30 a.m.

No time to hit the snooze button....she gets out of bed, does the morning routine quickly;

brush teeth; quickly run a comb through beatuiful shoulder-length hair; grab an energy bar; make a quick lunch of a left-over boiled egg, strawberries, string cheese;

then out the door before six; get on the bike or the scooter, or if any extra time, walk to the hospital.

Today she may see: a young child whose stitches from previous operation have come out and his bowel protrudes through stomach; a 68 yr. old with parkinson's disease, so they operate giving her deep-brain stimulation while she is awake; a gall bladder operation on a 300 pound patient; a very young accident victim who later dies; she sees it all.

Her day ends at five, six, seven, eight, but rarely earlier.

She returns home - to study.

Always needing to stay in or ahead of the game. Ever present loom the national boards.

The kitchen table is literally covered with magazines and books from her craft; the anesthesiology journal, anesthesiology news, text books, etc. By the reading chair in her front room are similar materials.

She falls asleep with her books scattered round, so to bed, and then, all too quickly, the pattern is repeated; day in and day out.

Laundry, shopping, cleaning, hiking, exercising; they are all sandwiched in on a rare day off.

She is beautiful, talented, creative, funny, strong, generous, tender-hearted, thoughtful, good...

And every once in awhile, she sneaks in some time for fun - like the other night when we went to dinner with the doc and her friend. She wore these gorgeous red shoes - oh, I so wish I had a picture, and she looked so pretty/fantastic!!!!

She is our daughter...

and, oh, how we love this young doc.