Disclaimer: As before

Author's Note: Yep, a surprise little update of this one for you all. This is "chapter" is about Izzie, as I originally promised the last one would be. I hope you think I've done a good job of it, as I've said before I am not a long time viewer of Grey's Anatomy so I don't have the best of grips on pre Season Three. If you see anything that needs honing, then please let me know. And reviews, of course, would be hugely appreciated. Sorry if you read this when it was first posted, I always forget it needs editing after transferring it across from Word. Hopefully it looks a little tidier now.

I am Izzie Stevens

I am Cricket, and chocolate cupcakes
With a spoonful of coconut extract.
I am a trailer park
And the overwhelming desire to get the Hell out.

I am a scared, trapped sixteen year old girl.
I am the heart wrenching conflict of what is for the best.
And I am the fleeting moments of curiosity that hit me sometimes
When I wonder how the little girl who is someone else's daughter has turned out.

I am the things I did to put myself through med school,
Of which I am not ashamed.
I am more than people think I am.
I am a doctor and a surgeon.
I am the scalpel in my hand, and the determination not to let it waver.
I am a burr hole made with a power drill.
I am the fact that I care.

I am one of "Bailey's Interns".
I am Meredith, and Cristina, and George and Alex.
I am long shifts, and late, tequila filled nights with them.
I am insomnia, and baking. Lots of baking.

I am Alex Karev,
And a first impression that time and tenderness have eroded completely.
I am the feel of his shoulder, wet with my tears.
I am George O'Malley,
And heartache and a moral dilemma.
My best friend.

I am Denny.
I am the absolute, unequivocal knowledge of what is meant to be.
I am hope, and love, and the future.
And I am the crashing back down again.
I am the cold hard floor from which I cannot rise.
I am the moments where I am still there.

I am eight million pounds,
And the fridge it adorned.
I am the repulsion I felt for it.
I am the Denny Duquette Memorial Clinic
And the need to do something good.
I am the moment when I was finally, finally, allowed back into surgery.

I am the slow path back into the light
And the revelation of who I found there waiting for me.
I am the circle I have turned.