[Dusty]

Originally Posted by PedOncoDoc

13 and a half years ago I was diasgnosed with leukemia. Chemotherapy couldn't kill the cancer, so I met the bone marrow transplant specialists who provided the only real chance for a cure.

Shortly after meeting them, I promised myself that, if I were to survive my ordeal, I would work beside them someday.

6 months of recovery, 2.5 more years of university, 4 years of medical school, 3 years of residency and 3 years of fellowship completed yesterday.

Today, when I drive in to work, I will do so as colleague to those who cared for me all those years ago (yes - at the same institution).

It took 13 years of training to keep that promise - now the real work starts and I get to pay it forward.

Life is good.