The Long Road

When I first started this blog a few years ago it was because I felt like sharing what it was like being married to a surgeon. Everyone and their dog watches Grey's Anatomy (ok, so do I) however that is not what our life is like. It is not one hour blocks of amazing, life saving intense scenes. It is a struggle. It is a huge amount of sacrifice and a lot of ups and downs. It is real.

I met my husband eleven years ago when he was a second year family medicine resident. Two years later he started general surgery residency. Five years after that he started adult cardiothoracic surgery residency. Two years after that he started his fellowship for congenital cardiac surgery. All of those years. All of those moments. All of those sacrifices and today was the culmination of all of it. He got word that he passed his congenital cardiac surgery boards. He is now, one of the very few (if not only) quadruple boarded physicians in the United States. 

I have no words for how proud I am of him. He has dedicated the majority of his life (he is 35 years young) to his training. He has a story that still amazes me and I love to share it. Graduating high school at 15, undergraduate by 17, MD by 21 and then 11 years of residencies that followed. He gives as much to his patients as he did to his training. His drive and ambition, immeasurable. More things are to come in our lives as we continue to balance life on the edge of the scalpel.