Sunday, August 23, 2015

The Street Sweeper

The Street Sweeper
Colin Powell

Some years ago, there was a human interest segment about a street sweeper on the evening news.  I think he worked in Philadelphia.  He was a black gentleman and swept streets the old-fashioned way, with one of those wide, stiff bristle brooms and a wheeled garbage can.  He had a wife and several children and lived in a modest home.  It was a loving family, and he had high ambitions for his children.  He enjoyed his job very much and felt he was providing a worthwhile service to his community.  He had only one professional ambition in life and that was to get promoted to drive one of those mechanized street sweepers with big round brushes.

He finally achieved his ambition and was promoted to driving a street sweeping machine.  His wife and children were proud of him.  The television piece closed with him driving down the street; a huge smile on his face.  He knew who he was and what he was.

I run that video piece through my mind every few months as a reality check.  Here is a man happy in his work, providing an essential service for his community, providing for his family, who love and respect him.  Have I been more successful in what is truly important in life than he has been?  No, we have both been fortunate.  He has touched all the important bases in the game of life.  When we are ultimately judged, despite my titles and medals, he may have a few points on me, and on a lot of others.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Michelle's Personal Statement


Personal Statement
Internal Medicine Residency Program

After famously becoming the world Jeopardy champion, IBM’s supercomputer Watson went on to “medical school”. He memorized textbooks, medical journals, and databases, and eventually earned himself the title of “World’s Greatest Diagnostician”. Sometimes, medicine seems so highly algorithmic that it’s easy to see how a robot might outperform a human: it’s consistent, it’s objective, and most importantly, it doesn’t forget. However, I firmly believe in the unique advantage of the human factor, which is especially evident in Internal Medicine. Our diagnoses can be serpentine and elusive, and our management is complex and multi-factorial. Many of our patients are chronic, requiring robust personal skills to build the quintessential trust that transforms a doctor into a healer. As primary caretakers both inside and outside of the hospital, we are uniquely positioned to help our patients shape their experience of illness and recovery. In all of this, there is undoubtedly a special space into which our humanity enters, and it is in this space that I find myself belonging.
 
I admire the ardent debate that transpires between brilliant colleagues, each reflecting on intuition and experience rather than a set of algorithmic rules. I’m excited by the curiosity that arises when I'm sitting at the junction of normal physiology and aberrant pathophysiology, inquiring into how one becomes the other. I’m amazed by that heart-pounding moment when my patient is riding the line between respiratory distress and respiratory failure, when only an inexplicable clinical instinct can act as an impetus for quick action. I value the art of gauging someone's understanding, which allows me to send a patient home not only with a prescription, but also a comprehension of his condition. I am humbled by instances of breaking bad news, when a patient’s vulnerability brings out my own and I am reminded of that common human thread that runs between us. There is always a place for acknowledging the vast distance between physician and patient – and respecting the differences therein – but nonetheless conveying that we are in this together.

These parts of Internal Medicine resonate with me deeply, and I am well prepared to engage with them. I spent my college years studying philosophy, passionately learning and debating about topics ranging from morality to metaphysics. By delving into philosophical arguments, dissecting them and reconstructing them, I developed a sharp intellectual intuition and a strong aptitude for critical thinking, both of which I use now to navigate through puzzles of disease and therapy. Through my love of writing – both as a hobby and an outlet – I’ve learned the importance of narrative and its role in helping us understand the human experience. Writing has afforded me insight into my own thoughts, behaviors, and motivations, and having this deeper understanding of myself has made me better at empathizing with my patients. Working with low-income and homeless populations through volunteer projects has taught me a great deal about relating to others - by sitting down with these folks and just listening, I’ve learned how to invest myself into another person's story and cherish it as a chance to understand a life vastly different from my own. The art of listening well, I believe, is an essential part of bridging that immense gap between doctor and patient.

With this background and perspective, I have built an excellent foundation for becoming an exceptional Internal Medicine resident. I am looking for a program with strong physician mentors that encourage intellectual curiosity and independent thinking - two traits that I value in my colleagues and in myself. At the same time, I greatly value camaraderie and a lively culture that will serve as a reminder for us to retain those distinctly human characteristics that make us so good at what we do.

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Sherry's Wedding

Saturday, August 8, 2015

My photography career...

I can see my photography career going down the hill FAST!!

I used to fly around to get my shots, then I drove around to find photo ops, then I walked around to see what's easy to shoot, and finally, today, I stayed home and took the attached photo...  This is not representing a good trend -- I don't think!!!

The good news is: I am planning a trip to Canadian Rockies in late January or early February to photograph the air bubbles inside the icy lakes... and that will be a brutal fight between me and the deep, deep Canadian winter!!

Yesterday's Memory
 
Naperville, IL
August 8, 2015



Monday, July 27, 2015

Simple Pleasure

After 4 LONG months of not touching my camera, but with the efforts from last weekend and yesterday, it finally feels like I am back to my elements -- slowly, but surely...

Summer is going to be a slow season for photography, so I am taking it easy and trying to find simple pleasure and beauty around me!

Geneva, IL
July 25, 2015


Saturday, July 25, 2015

Summer Memories...

Lotus is really, truly what always reminds me of the sweet, memorable summers of my childhood...

Willow Springs, IL
July 19, 2015



Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Dr. Michelle in 1991

Dr. Michelle, the world traveler at age 1, in flight from San Francisco to Tokyo and then to Beijing on 9/17/1991.
 
It's pretty hard to imagine that people would one day put their lives in the hands of this little cutie and trust that she will be able to fix their problems...
 
When you think about it, life is pretty unimaginable.  As we chase these little guys day in and day out, year in and year out, it never occurs to our wildest imaginations how they would turn out at age 25.  We might think we did something to them along the way, but we really didn't.  Each little creature has its own paths in this world.  They run around aimlessly, initially, then with some vague directions, and then with intense focus...  Eventually, they will all be able to make their own ways and leave their own marks in this life time -- good, bad or ugly.  As they grow older and become wiser, they might look back on their journeys and, hopefully, be able to smile...