Spring in Boston. 2017.
Tucked into the front pocket of my scrubs, I carried a fresh, blank notebook and pen for scribbling notes and responsibilities.
“Welcome,” my coworkers greeted. “Glad to have you here.”
“Thanks, I’m happy to be here.” But hiding behind my toothy smile, my knees were shaking, like a new student on the first day of class. Continue reading
Spring 2016. BIG news, the beginning of a new season of our lives…
A few quotes from my patients over the course of the last several months…
patient #1: “Whoa. You’re finally gaining some weight. You look good, stay this way!”
patient #2: “Aiyah.. Your face got fat!”
patient #3: “Look at you.. now did you swallow a watermelon or what?” Continue reading
“Are you John?” I asked, walking into the room.
“Nope. Wrong patient, that’s not me,” he wore a dull, flat expression.
The corners of his mouth crept upwards into a sheepish grin. His gray hair peeked out from his US Army Veteran cap. Continue reading
Remembering & Looking Forward. (Hong Kong, 2013)
After hearing some news today, I felt like flinging my gloves in the trash.
Not in an angry manner, but in a different way…
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August 4, 2005
“I can’t find a pulse…” he said, with urgency in his voice. The nurse was scrambling around the bedside trying to get the patient to respond.
“YOU NEED TO START CPR, it doesn’t matter Continue reading
September 12, 2012
“Once you decide on your occupation…you must immerse yourself in your work.
You have to fall in love with your work. Never complain about your job.
You must dedicate your life to mastering your skill.
That’s the secret of success… and is the key to being regarded honorably.”
– Jiro Ono
The greatest sushi chef in the world, Jiro, in Jiro Dreams of Sushi, works relentlessly to master his skill. Everyday, for the past 70 years, he has committed to making sushi that tastes better than the sushi he made the day before.
How much of my own life have I dedicated to mastering my skill?
For 12 years, I played piano. Continue reading
The Ruins of Rome. Summer 2014.
Strange. The door was ajar, a moment ago. I knocked, then pushed it open.
I had expected my patient to be on the phone. Instead, she sat on the exam table, her young daughter standing at her side. The little girl’s left hand wrapped the blood pressure cuff over her mom’s arm, and the other hand squeezed the inflation bulb. Startled by my interruption, she hurriedly put the cuff away.
“When you grow up, do you want to be a doctor or nurse?” I smiled, reaching for a pair of gloves.
“A nurse,” she replied. Continue reading
Bern, Switzerland ~ May 2015
“Is it going to hurt?” she asked.
“Mmm… it is a needle,” I answered. I like to keep things real, especially when it comes to pain. “But you can think of others things.”
“Like Hawaii,” her little sister pitched, as she watched me near her big sister on the exam table.
“Ahh.. yesss.. like Hawaii,” I affirmed. Funny how she’d suggest that, while we were in the dead of winter. I lifted her sleeve to get ready to give the vaccine.
“You’ve been to Hawaii,” she chipped in.
I gasped. Continue reading