I met her 66 years ago. I was in my fourth year of medicine and lived in the old North Vancouver hospital with two classmates. We wrote patients’ histories for next day’s surgeries—sometimes five or six tonsillectomies, a gall bladder, perhaps a couple of hernias, maybe a hysterectomy. We received room and board and as much medical lore as we could listen to, along with getting to provide the occasional assist at a surgery.
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