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My husband is a pulmonary critical care doc. He keeps people breathing for a living. I keep people moving for a living. Our dinner table conversations are not for the faint of heart.

But here’s what I actually want to say today. He lets me sing loud even when I absolutely cannot hit the notes. He’s my rock when I chase big dreams. He’s stable and steady when I’m constantly on the move, and somehow he grounds me without ever holding me back.

As a dad, he’s patient. He leads by example. And his dad jokes are the best and the worst at the same time, which I think is the whole point.

Happy Father’s Day to him and to every dad out there being a role model just by showing up.

Once a month I make the drive to the Oregon coast to serve a rural community as a visiting surgeon. It takes me away from my family for a day or two, but it also gives me something I didn’t expect: space to breathe.

Today after surgery, I walked the beach alone. Heart rate monitor on, tracking my aerobic zone, doing the longevity thing.

And then I looked up and it hit me.

14 years ago I was a new mom and a brand new orthopedic surgeon at the same time. I blinked. And here we are, a decade and a half later.
We can chase longevity and we should. But the life we are trying to protect is also happening right now, in between the data and the optimization. The walks, the wonder, the quiet moments after a long day.

Don’t miss them.

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Mismatched scrubs. Again.

My inner perfectionist is not happy. But at least I have pants on.

Some days that’s the win. And honestly? Practicing that pivot on the small stuff is exactly what trains you for the big stuff. I see it in my patients every day. The ones who come out the other side aren’t the ones with the easiest road. They’re the ones who know how to keep going.

Pants on. Purpose intact. Let’s go.

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We all have our kryptonite.

I’m an Orthopedic surgeon. Seen things. Done things. Totally unbothered by most of it.

…and then I found this video.

I fix bones for a living. I have zero issues in the OR. But phlegm-adjacent modern dance? That’s my limit and I found it today.

We all have that one thing. What’s yours? Tell me in the comments because I need to feel less alone right now.

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