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Show LynnPrice, M.D. /Vl.D. What I didn't expect when I started medical school was chat I would find myself in a class of such great people. I have never before, and I doubt I will ever again, be privileged to know a hundred people at one time who mean so much to me. When I was in the hospital following the car wreck in which my children and I were injured, so many of my class came to see me to offer help; and I will be forever grateful. After the wreck we were without transport and I am especially grateful to Greg Jones who loaned me his car for a month so that my husband, Rod, would be able to visit my daughter, Kathleen, and myself in hospital. One cannot help but feel a certain pride in completing medical school. However, my hard work and stamina pale in comparison to those of my daughter. Three weeks after surgery to deb ride all the muscle of her left lower leg, she was so determined to play with her little brother who was also in a leg cast that she put him in his old baby walker, tied it to her wheelchair with her jump rope, and took him for a ride around the neighborhood. I admire her more than I can ever express. My family deserves a lot of the credit for my completing medical school. They provided the balance and the sanity. My husband refrained from whining about me never being home but listened patiently while I whined about how tired and stressed I was. My daughter made up for my long absences by snuggling next to me while I slept and never reminded me of my promises of quality time over quantity time. My son, Daniel, born during 3rd year didn't know who I was until the start of 4th year, but does not seem to have held a grudge. To my parents I will always be indebted. They made medical school possible by providing the stability, love, and encouragement which allowed me to believe in my own abilities. Also, they have always been ready to fly over at a moment's notice. My father has kept my car on the road and my mother has ensured that, should the fancy take me, I could indeed eat off my kitchen floor. My fondest memories of the last four years are of Nicole, Gina, and I studying at Brumby' s over lattes and biscotti. Despite feeling stressed out over too much to learn in too little time, we spilt so much laughter making up stupid mneumonics which made sense to no one but ourselves. Remember Pasteur's dog and Ping Cong Palls? Those were great times and I thank both of you for being good study buddies but more so for being good friends. 94 |
