To all...yesterday....I was offered the job...and I accepted. My days of helping sick people are now coming to an end. I am nervous. For most of my life, I've made pretty good decisions. I guess, the exception is...well...pretty obvious by being here. Counting surgical residency, I have spent the last 23 years of my life tending to the sick. I've been hugged...thanked...received gifts. I've lost patients after surgery..held a human heart in my hands as I desperately tried to save someone's life. I tried, as a team, to save the life of a little 12 year old girl, hit by a motorcycle..during the first month of my residency. I still tear up as recall the blue color of her eyes turning to gray...and..the little gold floret pierced earrings she had on....as she passed away on the table. The pain is real....and I still carry it.

I giving this away. I hope I am making the right choice. I will answer kmls questions in a bit...my son wants to have a catch.

FIB

Me 55; XW 47; 2 kids (S13, D11)
Bomb 05/19/06 Original thread http://tinyurl.com/yg2ou2t
Last anniversary 04/25/10, Divorced 5/12/10
Status: Loving father of 2 beautiful children;