When my youngest son was in school going for his second Masters Degree in Medical Sciences, he developed a safer procedure for a surgical procedure. He then was chosen to teach some of the top specialists in that field how to do it. They in turn taught others. He graduated with honors and had his paper published on it. To be published in the medical field is a major BIG, BIG thing. You make you name that way.
He was accepted at Yale Medical School for their Physician Assistant (PA) program. They wined and dined him for two weeks. He also received offers from Harvard, Emory and several other schools. He chose Yale because they allowed him more academic freedom. Toward the end of his studies there, the folks from the Springfield Hospital in Vermont contacted Yale and asked them to recommend a couple of their students to come to Vermont and work in their ER. They only recommended my son. So when he graduated he and his new wife headed north. He loved his job there and stayed three years. But they missed home. So when the Massachusetts Memorial Hospital in Worcester asked him to come there to work, he accepted. Then Boston University heard of all his accomplishments and asked him to come there and develop a new program for students who wanted to become PA's. In the meantime he has been serving as the National President for PA's. He accepted that job and in turn he not only has been working on this program, but traveling all over the country giving lectures to other medical folks of ER and Trauma care. He has also published papers on this subject. He has made quite a name for himself in ER and Trauma care. He is now considered an expert.
He just returned from a seven day stint in Las Vegas giving lectures on this subject. I called him to let him know I was all right. The hospital always call him when I am admitted as he is my medical proxy. He was exhausted. He told me that while he was there, a group of physicians wanted to pay his way through medical school to become a physician. He turned it down. It would take a lot of time from his family life. The main reason he accepted the job at BU. And at his level of expertise, he already does as much as any physician in the ER. In fact a lot of times they will turn to him and ask what he recommends for treatment of a patient.
I guess I lost track of time when I called him. I thought he was at his office just a couple of buildings away from where I was and wanted him to bring me a cup of real coffee. "Ma, I would have to drive for 45 minutes there and 45 minutes to get back. It is Saturday and I am not at work. I am at home resting. I will do it if you really need that cup of coffee. "
"Forget it. Your brother is on his way to pick me up, I will tell him to have a cup of coffee for me in the car."
Now you know why I am so proud of my youngest son. As tired as he was, he would have driven all that way just to bring me a cup of real coffee.