My last day as a sur-geon was June 30, 2013. It has been a great run - full of excitement, learning and opportunities to bear witness to the human condition. I think I am going out on top. No firetrucks in my line of work, though. My dad was also a surgeon, and I watched him hang in there until he was 71. He had always wanted to operate a hardware store, but by the time he retired he did not have the time, or, quite frankly, the inclination to start a brand-new adventure. So I have decided to wrap up this medical thing and strike out in hopes of finding a flying job. Medicine and aviation have been wound around my life as tightly as a DNA double helix. Now the emphasis will change. I have 5,000 hours in airplanes and way more than that in operating rooms.
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