Someone To Watch Over Me
A few years ago after learning of the death of a favorite teacher, a friend from surgical training and I began exchanging e-mail messages reminiscing about the man we once alternately referred to as “the Silver Fox” because of his dapper looks and “Chuckles” because of his easygoing manner. Dr. M was well known in the hospital for his elegant surgical technique and deep respect for patients as individuals. But what my friend, Dennis, and I, and the other doctors-in-training cherished most was his uncanny ability to recognize exactly how much we residents could and couldn’t do. Or, perhaps more aptly, how much he should and shouldn’t do when teaching us.