Monday, April 14, 2014

Secret recipe.

Today at Grady, image shared and taken with my patient's permission. 

She said the secret ingredient in her homemade sweet potato pie was love. But next time I see her I'm going to let her know that I think she also might've stuck her foot in it.

Hee hee.

*wipes crumbs from mouth*

(Oh, and If you don't know what it means to put your foot in something, just ask somebody from the country like my daddy. That or you can look it up on urban dictionary.)

Happy Monday. And may you, too, have something that someone put their foot into.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Reflections of an E.N.T. Resident.

Day #1010
2 a.m.
Consciousness waivers.
Confidence cracks.
Resolve thins.
Relationships crumble.
Hunger pains.

And all of these thoughts descend upon me like a sunset
in these precious few moments of silence.

Then the pager blares.
The phone rings.
My legs pump.
The room is crowded.
The blood is on the ceiling.
The machines wail.
My hands move.
The knife slides deep into his neck.
The air escapes from the trachea.
And the room is just a little bit louder. . . .

Because there is one more person breathing in it
than there was 15 seconds ago.

Because I knew what to do with the blade
that I always carry in my back pocket.

Your next breath is not promised.
Love and appreciate each one.

~ Anthony Chin-Quee, Jr., MD, Senior Resident in ENT
Emory University SOM '11, Small Group Alpha

picture in a Michigan call room, Dr Chin-Quee, ENT resident


These are the kinds of messages I get from them sometimes--my current and former students. This poem and the accompanying images (shared with Tony's permission) came to me via text message early this morning from one of my former small group advisees. I've known this young man since his very first day of medical school and had the honor of placing a doctoral hood over his head on that very last day. If we're lucky, those relationships don't end there. 


Man. I'm so moved that, even though he's in the late adolescence of his medical training and even though he's many states away from me now, he chooses to share things like this. And even think things like this.

But how do I mostly feel? Excited. Excited for all of us that there are young physicians like Tony and the many others I know personally. . . . waiting in the wings to save our lives. 

If I haven't told you lately, I'm proud of you, Tony. We all are.

Happy Saturday. You can read another poem from Tony here and read a post inspired by him here.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Life in Pictures: Too good for words.

These are some of the sweetest days they'll know. And I pray that they remember them all. . . no, not individually. . .but just as one big blob of happiness that they refer to as "their childhood." I sure will.


Happy Spring Break. (Also known as a great excuse to live and love like you mean it without school or work in the way.)

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Happy National Sibling Day.

 "You and me, us never part
Maki da da
You and me, us have one heart
Maki da da
Ain't no ocean, ain't no sea
Maki da da
Keep my sister 'way from me
Maki da da."

~ from The Color Purple

Like Nettie told Celie: 

"Nothing but death could keep me from it."

Happy Sibling Day. Draper 4 forever.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Deanna's Amazing Race and other fun things.

On Saturday, I participated in this really cool event with my sorority sisters. In Deanna's memory, they put on a local version of "The Amazing Race" which, during Deanna's tenure as chair of the Physical and Mental Health committee, she'd spearheaded in prior years. This year, they changed the name of it to "Deanna's Amazing Race." It was so awesome of them to do that and I was so moved.

The other cool part was that I actually got to participate instead of work! Since Deanna and I had always worked on that committee together, at every single prior "Amazing Race" I was manning one of the challenges. This time, I got to be on a team.

Woo hoo!

Here I am with my fierce partner in crime, Symphony H. Yes, she is wearing pink and near-green to our Delta-tastic event, but that was cool because it matched her new shoes (which were cute by the way.)

We always picked the teams at random which was Deanna's vision. She saw it as an opportunity for folks to get to know each other better and bond. And you know what? It works.

Symphony and I had a GREAT time.

We look like winners, right?

 OMG. We laughed the whole time. The event consisted of a series of physical and mental health challenges. We were solid on the physical stuff but pretty raggedy on some, okay a LOT, of the mental health challenges. Ha!

Symphony and I decided that we need to brush up on the fine minutia of our Delta history. Shhhh! Don't tell our big sisters!

Or Deanna. She's be appalled by some of the questions that stumped me. Ha ha!

Us and our EPIC fail answering a bunch of hard questions. Ha!

But I'm just sayin'! Hello? I used to always call DEANNA for the answers to these kinds of questions. That's why I don't remember a lot of answers to a lot of stuff.


Peep Symph's shoes. Ha!

Dude. This was hard work! We got lost a million times and of course didn't know the answers to some (okay, a lot) of the questions. Then we ran until we were out of breath trying to find things which was exhausting. And can I say that one of the most AMAZING parts of this AMAZING race was how few strangers know directions ANYWHERE that we needed to go? So. Clueless.


I am proud to say that we didn't come in last place. With each challenge you earned a clue and a few puzzle pieces. At the end you had to put together your puzzle with all of our earned pieces. Here's our masterpiece:

 We had an AMAZING time. I love that our chapter did this and loved participating even more.

I even got some of my sorors to do some of my ridiculous jumping in the air photos for posterity. This one with "Air Marvette" below is my favorite. Talk about some hops!

It takes a certain amount of silly to pull these off. Yeah, it does.

What else?

Oh. This:

As if Deanna's Amazing Race weren't enough, today they had a crocheting event in Deanna's memory. Our sorority sisters met up -- some of whom are skilled crocheters and others who were novices -- and the plan was to knit caps for babies in the NICU.


There was a lot of crocheting. And a lot of laughter and fellowship, too.

And, of course, some silly shenanigans as always!

I crocheted pretty much nothing. Instead I just cracked jokes and tried on peoples' masterpieces. Which I told them was pretty much all I ever did when I was around Deanna and her creations. Ha.

I call this look "Doing the most--to say the very least."

 We had a blast. Deanna would have loved this activity so much.

Yeah, so that's pretty much it. It was an amazing weekend of amazing things that reminded me of how many people loved my amazing sister.

And that? That was pretty damn amazing.

Happy Sunday. Again.