Dr Maxwell Schultz died on 16 February 2020 in South Delta, BC. Dr Schultz was a Northern Ontario boy (Thessalon, if you know the area), adventurous soul, debater (usually switching tacks 180 degrees at some point just to stir things up), jokester with a wicked sense of humor, lover of nature, raconteur, masterful sketcher, skier, horseback rider, occasional calf rounder-upper, anesthesiologist, and generous loving dad and family man. He graduated from Queen’s University (MD 1946) just as the war ended. He was a member of the accelerated wartime class of Meds ’47, which completed 6 years of medical school in just 4½ years. Initially a lumber company doctor in Kapuskasing, Ontario, then a GP in Thunder Bay, he then (to quote him) shoved off for an adventure out west. He was one of the first to train in anesthesia at Vancouver General Hospital. There he stayed, enjoying working with his colleagues and the staff in the Associated Anaesthesia Service and the nurses and orderlies and shepherding thousands of patients through their operations with skill and kindness. Max is remembered as a marvellous colleague. He never made anyone feel bad about asking for advice and was always eager to help. He was a superb anesthesiologist. His sense of humor was unparalleled.

While he maintained his roots and ties to the east and his family, Max loved the west—the mountains, where he taught himself and his kids to ski, the hikes, the trails for horseback riding, and the ocean for boating. Max is predeceased by his wife, Anne, and leaves behind to mourn and miss and be thankful for him his five children, eight grandchildren, and 12 great-grandchildren.
—Karen Schultz, MD, CCFP, FCFP
Kingston, Ontario

Going home The end of a day And we’re on the way Over the hill In the still haze Of setting sun, work done