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I'm working in the pit when an ambulance comes carrying a seizing man. After stabilizing the patient and calling for Neuro, I take him down to get an MRI.
Sitting with Dr. Shepherd, we wait for the scans to come up.
"Wow. That is a huge tumor." I say astonished at the space this tumor is taking up in this man's brain.
"I know. It's beautiful." Dr. Shepherd says with a huge grin.
"So, how are you going to take it out?"
"How am I going to take it out? Most people would look at a tumor and ask if I am going to try to take it out. You really have a lot of faith in my abilities."
"I've seen your work, Dr. Shepherd. I think if anyone can take this tumor out, then it's you."
"Well, alright then. Rhett, get this patient up to a room, I'll notify the OR, and then you can scrub in."
"Thank you, Dr. Shepherd." I take the patient up to his room and start his pre-op. Maybe I am going to be a great Neurosurgeon.
I'm scrubbing out with Dr. Shepherd after suctioning for her the entire surgery and she even let me retract a little part of the tumor.
"Thank you, Dr. Shepherd. That was amazing."
"You are welcome, Rhett. You know, you seem to have a real knack for neuro, do you know what you want to specialize in yet?"
"Well, it's a little early to be thinking about that, isn't it?"
"Sure it is. But I have a feeling that you already have a bit of an idea. Am I wrong?"
"No, I have thought about it a bit. A lot actually. I want to be a Neurosurgeon. I am going to be a Neurosurgeon."
"That's the kind of confidence I'm looking for. Stick with me, kid. I'll get you there."
