My husband received a beautiful Christmas card yesterday from a former patient that quite honestly sums up why he got into neurosurgery, how he pushed through 7 years of residency and what keeps him going on dark nights.
The card was simple and short and brought tears to my eyes. “You made me able to walk again”. “Your patients are lucky to have you” and “I can’t thank you enough”. One simple handwritten note has completely changed my perspective on my husbands job.
I get frustrated and angry when he isn’t home on time. I complain about his call schedule and him working holidays. I even question why I married a doctor at times because life is tough. But now with this I feel like have all the answers to those questions. Medicine is a calling and I am blessed to be even a small part of it.