I always wanted to be a Doctor. As a child, my dolls were subjected to injections and operations – in an attempt to cure them of the many ailments I’d read about. I’d pour over
I’ve never considered myself to be a particularly brave person. Risk taking was certainly not particularly high up on my bucket list. So here I was, on a chilly June evening, sitting in Napa Valley,
I’D ALWAYS KNOWN I’D BE A DOCTOR; THAT MY CALLING WAS TO HEAL, TO NURTURE AND TO CARE FOR MY FELLOW MAN. There was this deep unwavering conviction that was at my core. And so
I sit here on the eve of my 47th birthday – feeling pensive and philosophical. How did I get here? 47? I remember being 4!! Where did the time go? What have I done with