Just a Teaser

The problem with waiting so long in between blogs is that now there is so much to say it is a little overwhelming; I don't know where to start. The same thing happens with studying; if I let it go to far, it becomes overwhelming and as a result I get less done. So I guess I should study now. But first, a quick update. Just to touch on the Med School life, everything is going along well, although the end of first quarter is coming into sight instilling both excitement and fear into the hearts of all of us. Or at least me. This quarter so far has been a bit of a relief after the first five weeks of intense study. Not that there isn't plenty to do, but there is a little time for other things, as I mentioned before. But there is a fine balance between studying all the time, and falling behind, which is not a good idea. This quarters genetics, developmental biology, the odd assortment of classes collectively known as "Practice of Medicine", and the continuation of anatomy are moving along, and days turn to weeks turn to months, and I don't update my blog. Sorry. I'm still here, and life is still good.

Moving past classes, there have been three big events since I last wrote. One was Moonlighting, a sort of Medical School Prom. A chance to dress up and go out. It was held at the San Jose Museum of Art which I think was just a step above prom at the Elks Lodge (not that we didn't do an amazing job decorating around all the mounted animal heads). Interestingly, I think that high school prom was actually the last dance I attended, and to save you from doing the math, that was eight years ago. yeah. I have been out of High School for eight years. Is anyone planning our tenth reunion? Anyway, I had a blast. I did have a date, or two actually. Luz (whom you have heard about before) and Megan (Luz's amazing friend from Duke Law who was visiting for the week), and we danced the night away.


The second big event is that I got to go home and see Iris! It was a last minute decision, and I didn't tell anyone on purpose because it was such a brief visit, so if you live in Seattle please don't feel that I snubbed you personally. I just came in to help Bjorn and Suzanne out with two days of childcare (and have two full days of alone time with my niece) before Bjorn went on paternity leave. I had to miss a little school, and I didn't get a whole lot done, but it was definitely worth it. It is still kind of surreal to know that Bjorn and Suzanne have a beautiful baby girl and that she is my niece. Before I know it she will be walking and talking and I hate to be missing it. But last weekend I got to change a few diapers, feed her, sing to her, watch her smile, hear her giggle, and hold and love this irresistible bundle of joy.


And the third event. Well you probably know. OBABMA!!!!!

Acceptance Speech Video
Acceptance Speech Transcript

This blog is not going to be about medical school, so if that is what you are looking for you will have to wait.  No, this blog is about still having a life while going to medical school.  It is possible, and life is good.  

Since I started here I have been able to continue playing soccer (just pick up a few times a week), play games (we had one game night, there will be more), and dance (I finally went out last night, but now that I know where to go I think it will become more regular).  I also found a group of women that like to bike and we have been taking a ride every Saturday morning.  Last weekend we decided to combing that ride with a camping trip in the nearby redwoods.  

After frantically packing and grocery shopping the night before, we set out from campus Saturday morning at 8am.  It had rained the night before and the fresh scent of the lemon tree filled my senses as I stepped out the door.  Everything was damp and smelled almost tropical despite the chill.  As we rode away the morning sun warmed us and a full arched rainbow framed the hill that was our destination. 

As we climbed the terrain changed rapidly.  What was flat and open was replaced by steep climbs and trees stretched their branches over our heads.  The single lane road wound it's way back and forth gaining elevation slowly; we steadily pedaled making slow progress in our fifteen mile 2500 ft ascent.  

As we climbed not only did the trees close in, but so did the clouds.  The fresh, damp morning began to darken and the thickening fog made the forest road feel almost eerie.  Working hard to climb, we didn't feel the chill until we reached the top of our climb and emerged from the sheltering trees.  The wind picked up and spitting rain started to soak through our clothes.  It was the first rain I had seen since I moved here.  Today?  Really?

But we pushed on.  Another eight miles along the top of the ridge would take us to the turnoff for the state park where we planned to meed up with our "support vehicle".  At one point, having stopped to add layers, I lost sight of my companions, their figures completely cloaked a short distance ahead in the thickening fog.  For a moment, until I closed in an could again distinguish the familiar form of rider on bicycle, I felt completely alone.  As we neared on our destination we started to rethink the situation.  The ride was still fun, but we were cold, wet, and ready to be warm.  At the turn-off we had a choice.  Six miles to the campsite where we may or may not find our friends waiting for us with dry clothes and food, or eight miles to continue the loop back down the hill to home and a hot shower.  The increasing rainfall made our decision and we turned towards home.  As we descended the rain let up and the sun teased us, peaking momentarily through the clouds.  'It's clearing up' we thought.  So we turned around and headed back up, only to find that as we climbed we re-entered the cold wetness that we had just left behind.  What a mean trick!  So we turned once again and rode away from the cloud that was stubbornly hugging the hill.

Though we were tired, the descent was, I think, worse than the climb.  I am no speed-demon on a bicycle (or elsewhere for that matter) and the unrelenting downhill slope required almost constant breaking.  The wind created by the speed bit through our soaked clothing and my wrists started to tire from the constant pressure.  But as we went down there was also a notable change in temperature and the clouds began to part revealing the pure blue sky that has been a constant since I moved here.  We stopped once to re-fuel (almonds and cheddar bunnies) and once for a photo-op, I just couldn't resist.

By the time we got back to campus we had almost dried out.  The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day.  We headed off to our respective homes for a much needed hot shower and a quick lunch, but we had one problem.  Our friends had been unreachable for the past few hours and were likely awaiting us at the campsite that we had been due to arrive at several hours before. We had been satisfied with our long morning ride and I think were a bit reluctant to head back up into the clouds.  But with no other way to contact our friends we piled into a car and headed back out the same way we had five hours before.  It went quickly in the car, though the winding climb felt even windier at 25mph.  At the top there was still a slight sprinkle, but noticeably decreased from the morning, and when we finally arrived at our campsite the sun finally broke through.  

We found our support crew napping in a tent with a box of anatomy flashcards at their side.  (and despite our worry they weren't upset, just excited that we were finally there).

They were a little confused when we arrived dressed in dry jeans and t-shirts and instead of a pile of bikes they saw a shiny, white Subaru.

 

But it was a happy reunion and, inspired by the change in weather, we decided to take a hike.  

I wont detail the hike for you, just say that it was beautiful, fun, and educational as well.  We sang songs, built forts (nice work Luz and Natalie),

 and explored nature. (yes, that is a banana slug, how does it taste Ricky?)

After the hike we built a fires and cooked a gourmet dinner of rice, beans and chicken fajitas.  Ah car camping, isn't it wonderful?  We then crammed into two two man tents and drifted off to sleep after a long, tiring, but fulfilling day.  Then, after a morning bowl of oatmeal, we descended back onto campus and into reality.  Back to the books.

A Breath of Air

Stanford entering class of 2008

Well I made it through my first set of finals, and as far as I can figure, I passed them all.  I worried a little going into school that I may have forgotten how to study and that it would take a while to get back into it.  I think that really what happened is that being out of school for so long I forgot how not to study, a skill (or habit) that will no doubt come back.  With the amount of material we have though, and the unease I felt with taking tests again, I started studying for these tests weeks in advance.  Not a bad way to do it, I even got a full nights sleep before each final (though a "full night sleep" has been redefined since I have been here).  Hopefully I can keep it up.

Anyway, we finished our first mini-quarter of core course work on Friday and had the weekend to enjoy life outside of class.  And when I say outside of class, I mean the only class we had this weekend was a 5 hour CPR training.  Regardless, I enjoyed my weekend immensely.  Went to the grocery store, washed my car, (neglected my laundry again, I think I can hold out until next weekend . . . ) and just generally relaxed.  I even got to have dinner with some friends from off campus (thanks for coming down Carolyn and Eddie) and hosted a game night at my place with some fellow game lovers.  I also finally took some photos of my place here for anyone who is curious to see where I am living.  

Now we are back to it.  The weekend ended and we are starting into a new set of classes.  This quarter we are taking Developmental Bio, Genetics, continuing Anatomy, Ethics, Stats, and clinical skills.  I also have several elective courses that I am excited about and hopefully I will come up with something this quarter to start my research project.

Sorry for the boring blog today, I'm sure I'll have something much more engaging to share once we get into classes again.  I do have one piece of news though;  I got my feedback from my standardized patient today and it turns out that the hand washing mishap was not such a disaster.  Direct quote "I felt confident when you washed your hands when you left the room figuring you had done so before you shook my hand in the last encounter you might have had."  Awe, that was awfully kind of her to assume . . . :)

Stanford Quality

I really would like to update my blog right now, but I really have to study instead. Just thought I would share with you all a recent photo of a few friends (Ricki, Brian and Luz) testing out their new wheels on the way to class. Us med students do everything together. Really.

You should all know that I am absolutely happy here. Of course I miss everyone that I left in Seattle (and Homer, and anywhere else you may be), but I feel blessed every day to be here, at Stanford, with amazing professors and peers, studying something that is interesting and exciting and feels important. Medical school is a long road, but I am excited for every single day of it. And I appreciate every one of you for caring about what I am doing and allowing me to share it with you, thank you.

Just a quick note today, we have finals coming up next week and so far I am still not stressing out about it.  I would like to keep it that way so Ill be back to studying in a bit, but first let me offer a few random thoughts.

To start, an update on anatomy.  We have been through the complete Thorax (rib cage and everything contained within) and moved up towards the neck and the mess of veins, arteries and nerves that run through it (upon further examination it is not actually a "mess", thankfully for us it is all pretty well organized.  see drawing).  

So, having completed the section, today we had our first"walk-about".  

Here's how it works.  There are several dissected bodies set up in a room with a series 

of numbered pins labeling different vessels, muscles, nerves and bones in the body.  Starting at one number, we have 45 seconds to identify the marked feature before moving on to the next.  Organs are removed from the body for separate identification.  It was just a practice, self graded, for self-assessment purposes only so no big deal, we don't have a real test on anatomy until December.  Then it is all or nothing.  No pressure.

After the thorax is the back.  We flipped our cadaver and began to peel back the skin to reveal the musculature beneath.  One great thing about medical school is that everything is so directly interconnected.  As I pulled the skin back and cut away the fat connective tissues I thought about the cells that make up the different tissues and the developmental process that took them from an undifferentiated state (stem cell) and caused them to morph into chondrocytes and secrete matrix to build bone or merge and make myofibrils to become muscle.  And how the regulation of gene expression in each cell coordinated that process somehow.  It amazes me every day.  Life is amazing.

Anyway, tangent, sorry.  But if you are interested in more on what anatomy lab is like, here is an article about cadaver lab at Stanford.  It's not great, but if you are yearning for more . . . here it is).

Another thing that has been apparent to me recently is how quickly science is changing and advancing.  I guess I didn't really think of the consequences when I was doing research; that the results of that research would add to or change what we know, and that it would change what was taught.  In other fields things are more constant.  What was true in history college is, more or less, true today.  What I learned in calculus in high school is still what they are teaching today (I know you history and math buffs will probably challenge me in that).  But what I am learning in Molecular Biology today has changed since I took it 7 years ago.  Yes, the basics are the same.  We still believe that genes are coded into a double stranded double helix, transcribed to RNA and translated to make proteins which basically control what goes on in our bodies.  But how that all happens is still being picked apart.  and some of what we are learning was unknown up until five years ago.  One year ago.  Last month.  And somehow that connection was never so apparent; research findings change textbooks.  (Just another side note, it also seems that most important advances in science were accomplished by Stanford faculty . . . hmm, are they teaching selectively?  I wonder if Harvard kids are only learning what Harvard faculty are working on?  I don't remember that being the case at LC . . .)

Lastly, (me and my "quick note"s, if you believed me you should know better) for those of you that know this about me I thought I might just mention, I haven't slept through a class yet!  I know it is only four weeks in, but I'm optimistic, maybe I am turning over a new leaf.  

I have the stethoscope, I have the white coat, now bring on the patients

(by the way, I have scrubs as well which are quite nice, and I look especially sexy in the XL bottoms I was given last time I traded my pair at the laundry)

Today we saw our first patients. They weren't real patients, don't worry. They wouldn't subject real people to a first year medical students first attempt to take a history. No, they pay people good money to put up with that, and they do there job well.

All we were told to dress professionally (they men have to wear shirt and tie; us women had more choice in the matter) and to wear our white coats at all times. I guess that is what gives us authority. I mean, we are not hiding the fact that we are students, and we don't have a "Dr" in front of our names embroidered on our coats, but we do look pretty spiffy (I don't have a picture yet, but here is me with my stethoscope and my friend Sina). I think it will take some getting used to to not feel like an impostor in that getup, but it will come. Anyway, we were told that we need not worry about getting a real medical history from the patient, and we should not conduct a physical exam, but just to talk to the patients about why they were there, establish rapport, and do our best to make them feel comfortable while getting whatever information we could. We were to walk in, gel sanitize our hands, introduce ourselves, and then wing it.

The eight of us were led down a long hallway lined with numbered doors and told to stand in front of one of them. "The chart is on the door, you can look at that but don't go in until I tell you to, you will have 15 minutes". I felt like a bunch of horses at the gates. On your mark, get set, go. So I knocked on the door, walked in straight past the hand sanitizer and introduced myself to my first fake patient. In my defense, I had just washed my hands five minutes earlier, but I am sure that was check box number one left blank. So I made sure my patient was comfortable and then we got down to business. Her name was Pat Mitchelle (as was every other patient in the building it turns out), a 55 year old woman in for an employment physical. She was fairly healthy, had little family history of disease, and her only complaint was that she had been experiencing some shortness of breath in the past several months and had developed a small cough. OK. Where to go from there? With two weeks under my belt I still don't have the knowledge base to draw from to know what probing questions to ask. Do you exercise regularly? Does the shortness of breath affect your activities? Do you find that it goes away when you stop to rest or does it persist? Without any means to diagnose it was difficult to know where to go with it. She was in for a physical exam, and I wasn't qualified to do one so . . . so we talked a bit about her job change, about her family, about her dog. . . . finally, not knowing what else to say, I said "ok, I think I have enough information, I am going to talk to my attending and the doctor will be in shortly to give your physical". I stood up. "There is one more thing I was wondering about, I am a smoker and I am wondering if that might be connected to the cough". Oh, right, shortness of breath, developing cough, smoker. Another empty checkbox. Why didn't that cross my mind? So I sat back down. How long have you been a smoker? How many a day? Have you ever tried to quit? So we talked about the fact that the symptoms she was experiencing could very well be connected to the smoking and that we would check that out. We talked about her attempts to quit and that we could to connect her with a support group if she was interested or talk about a plan for quitting; that if she was ready to commit that we would encourage her to take the next step and that regardless of the connection to her current symptoms, quitting would be good for her health. Then the 15 minutes were up. I again stood up, told her it was nice to have met her and that I would be sending the doctor in, and left.

Of course once outside the door I was thinking of all the "should've"s and "could've"s for a patient interview. If I was given another one right then I have no doubt I would have done much better, but for my first try I don't think it was so bad. I guess I'll see though. We were all videotaped and the "patients" evaluated us which we will get to see at the end of the month. In any case, it will be very helpful to have experienced the "doctor-patient" interaction when we start learning the right way to do it; so we can look back and think, what was I thinking?

Just a side note, as far as I have gathered from the others that have done the patient encounter, very few of us thought to ask about smoking habits. I think that not having much direct experience with smokers and the health effects in my own life it is not yet an obvious connection to me. I am sure that once I start seeing patients it will become a common theme. And next time I will remember to sanitize my hands.

Abnormal Anatomy

Another day gone . . . I should be studying but I would rather write a quick update. We don't have a test until . . . midnight you say? oh, I better get on that . . .

Actually I did already complete the quiz due at midnight tonight, but only because I thought it was due at 5:00. The thing about med school is they expect you to be on top of things, and I think so far I am not. But then it seems like very few of us are, so I am not alone. Thank goodness for the few that are are super organized and prepared; that look up the syllabus weeks in advance, that study the lecture notes before the lecture, that obsessively check the student web portal for posted material. If not for them I would not know when Quizzes, Journal Clubs and Problem sets were due, because nobody tells us here. I guess they think we are all responsible adults . . . :) Honestly though, I am figuring out the system and soon I too will know what is going on.

As for classes, still loving it. Even the studying is not so bad because I actually do want to know the material. Granted years from now (or even months) I wont remember, or probably care, what the Wnt pathway is, but it will be there somewhere in the back of my brain. And the really cool thing is that all the molecular pathways that we are learning really do have huge effects in our own bodies, and the disruption of the activity of just one protein can be fatal. I wont go into detail (although I have considered using this blog as a form of review and subjecting you all to the material that we are learning) but just know, it is a miracle that your body is working.

My favorite is probably anatomy and cadaver lab. Even though it is a lot of memorizing terminology, it is really amazing to see first hand how everything works together. however, it has not been an easy road so far; our cadaver has been a bit challenging. We started at the skin on the chest and dissected through the muscles and ribs before removing the chest wall (rib cage) to expose the heart and Lungs. At this step we had our first problem. Normally there are two layers of tissue, one attached to the rib cage and one surrounding the lungs, that should slide past each other easily. However, damage to the lungs can sometimes result in adhesions where the sac around the lung actually attaches to the chest wall. Our cadaver, being a smoker (we assume, cause of death was lung cancer) had this problem, and not in a small way. The entire chest wall was adhered to the lung and Dr Gosling had to remove it by force (have I mentioned Dr Gosling's approach to dissection? He gets both hands in and pokes, pulls and tears, but I guess since he knows what he is digging for, it works out). Once we removed the rib cage we noticed something else strange. There was only one lung. Likely the lung was removed in an attempt to remove the cancer but the result was that the left lung was huge and the heart had been pushed over to the right side. OK, not quite a normal specimen, but at least one lung was intact and everything else was present. We thought. That was until today when we went to remove the pericardium (the sac surrounding the heart), which was already gone, and identify the veins and arteries on the surface of the heart, which were a bit confusing as the patient had had bypass surgery (adding an artery that was not naturally present) as well as all the connections to the right lung having been tied off during the removal of the lung. To top it all off, there were wires buried into the tissue surrounding the heart for which we could not distinguish the function. The really amazing thing about all of it is that the man lived well beyond the surgeries (evidenced by the extent of the tissues surrounding) despite having one lung, a heart that was fused to the back of the chest wall and a lung fused to the front his body was able to compensate and survive. Luckily though, there are 23 cadavers in the lab and plenty of classmates willing to share their organs in the interest of education.

They don't mess around here, when classes start, they start. Thursday and Friday were filled 9-5 with lecture and lab giving us enough material to keep us busy for the three day weekend. Of course no testing for another few weeks, but I think we are all still a little anxious about this medical school thing and, in these first days at least, everyone is going to class, and everyone is setting up study groups and review sessions.

Stanford Curriculum starts out with the basic foundations in science before moving into a systems based approach to education. We started off then with Foundations in Molecular Biology, Histology (Cells to Tissues) and Anatomy. First impressions - all of the lecturers are eloquent, excited about their subject and fairly good at communicating the information to the students. My only critiques, MoBio prof seems to think every question translates to "I don't get it" and starts over on his explanation. Not helpful to the questioner necessarily, but admittedly there is almost certainly someone in the class that doesn't get it. And secondly the Cells to Tissues lecturer could be watched at half speed and it would still be hard to get everything she covers. Thankfully we have all of our lectures videotaped and available online so it is indeed possible to watch histology lecture at half speed. In any case, I am so far impressed with the faculty here and hope it will continue this way as the year moves on.

Specifically, MoBio has been mostly a review. Thanks to my background in science and experience in Molecular Biology in the laboratory, I will have to relearn the details, but the basic concepts are all familiar. Histology however is completely new to me. Of course I have looked at stained onion cells and amoeba under the microscope and I know basic cell structure; that the Nucleus is where DNA replication and transcription takes place, the mitochondria are the power plants of the cell, lysosomes are in charge of waste disposal, but that is apparently not enough to qualify me as your doctor. Last week we delved into histology of the blood and all the cells that are found in both the peripheral blood and the bone marrow. I think the last time I used a microscope was at least 6 years ago, and this time we didn't spend our first day in lab passing a microscope certification test. Once I remembered how to work it though, I remembered something. Microscopes are cool. Everything under high magnification takes on a new life, Blood is no exception looking homogeneous at a macroscopic level, but beautiful and diverse under the microscope.

Lastly, but definitely not least, is Anatomy. I have never had an anatomy class beyond what is incorporated in general biology. Fetal Pigs have given me some introduction to dissection but is in no way sufficient preparation for the cadavers in our lab. It is a great privilege to have the opportunity to learn anatomy of the body first hand on bodies donated for our education. To feel and see the separation of skin, fascia and muscle, to observe the nerve bundles running from spinal cord along their path to the point of innervation, and to follow the muscle from bone to bone could not be replaced by book or even 3D model. There is something amazing too in learning about our own bodies. Like learning the chemistry of photosynthesis causes you to look at plants in a new light, learning the anatomy and histology of the human body will change the way I view and respect the physical us, as the complicated organisms that we are, forever.

Orientation

Just a quick one, classes start tomorrow, I don't want to fall asleep on my first day! Orientation was good; three full days of motivational talks, information sessions, and lots of good food. Tonight we received our stethoscopes and white coats at a white table cloth dinner that included one of the better dinners I have ever eaten. . . I could get used to this. Unfortunately the pampering stops tomorrow. Molecular biology, cells and anatomy lab start tomorrow and I have to cook my own dinner. bummer. Luckily if you sign up for the right seminars around here you can get a fair amount of free meals year round, you just have to learn to work the system.

I am excited, and a little nervous, and completely honored to he starting at Stanford Med. I anticipate many exciting days over the next several years and hope to be able to share them with all of you. Thank you for your support and keep in touch (even though I am not sending out emails, if you are reading this I would love to hear from you). Here I go . . .

SWEAT (Stanford Wilderness Experience Active Orientation Trip)

It turns out that I LOVE Stanford Medical School. Granted, classes havent started yet, but I have gotten a taste and I am excited for the rest. I have yet to meet all of my class members, but so far I feel right at home. It is still hard to believe sometimes that I am here, and sometimes when I hear about all the amazing things my classmates have done and are doing I have to remind myself that other peoples lives almost always seem more interesting. Someone thought I belong in this group; I hope they are right.

Last week we started orientation with a three day camping trip to get to know our classmates. We split into groups of about twelve based on the level of difficulty we were hoping for and hiked out into the mountains with packs on our backs and high hopes for the next 5 years. From the moment we climbed in the car together I knew I would get along just fine; from "Thrust and Perry" to "GHOST" to "Mind Trap"-like riddles (along with good conversation) we entertained each other the entire 5 hour drive to the trailhead. This continued on the trail as we hiked up and down ridges, over streams and through trees to reach our campsite.

I wont say much about the camping except to say the scenery was beautiful, the lake was spectacular, and in California you can sleep out under the stars without worrying about rain. After three days we hiked back out to our cars much more tired, much dirtier and much better friends than we had gone in. After a quick rendezvous at a campground with the rest of the group, we returned to the Stanford campus for a much needed shower and a day to get settled before the real orientation started.

Photos on my picasa site

My First Post

T-minus 26 days to starting my journey through medical school and all my projects leftover on the To Do list are starting to feel less doable. Here is to checking one more thing off my list . . . starting my new blog. It seems like an appropriate time to start, imminent life transition on the horizon it is almost like the beginning of a story. Just a quick catch up on what I have been up to previously before I continue on . . .

Since my graduation from Lewis and Clark College in 2004 I have taken some time to experience the world a little before re-entering the alternative reality that is Student Life. I started with a year and a half stint as a Laboratory Technician in a research lab at the University of Washington in Seattle to get more research experience, as well as to save up for some travel which I did in the following year. In the spring of 2006 I traveled to Guatemala where I spent four months living in the city of Xela learning Spanish (for anyone interested I would recommend my Spanish school El Mundo En Espanol), traveling the country, and volunteering at a children's medical clinic called Primeros Pasos. I fell in love with the country, the language and the people and have since been back twice to visit.

After a summer back home in Alaska working to refill my bank account, I left in the fall to visit friends in Europe. Without much of a plan, I Started in Copenhagen, Denmark and traveled south. I got in touch with a high school friend of mine who was in Spain at the time and we met up and traveled south into Morocco. Of all the countries that I visited, I liked Morocco best for its vibrant colors and smells and the rich culture that is so present. Someday though, when I have more money, I would like to return to Europe to explore the amazing countries that I only got a small taste of in my visit. (I have photo albums from both my Guatemala and Europe trip in my Picasa Web Album)

In January 2006 I started a job at Koronis Pharmaceuticals, a small biotech company testing a new drug to fight HIV. Back in the lab, I was remembering how to think as a scientist again and enjoyed the return to working in the intellectually stimulating environment of scientific research. I Also enjoyed being settled with a schedule after a year of living out of a backpack; it is an amazing experience to travel, but it is also something special to have someplace to call home, where everything has its place and there is comfort knowing that tomorrow, and next week, and next month "home" will be constant.

This spring however, with a big commitment on the horizon, I decided to take advantage of my last few months of unscheduled time. First off a week in Cabo just for a week of sunshine on the beach. Then, after once again packing all my material belongings into a 5x8x11 plywood box, I headed north to mooch off my parents one last time. During my month in Alaska, I finally took the time to be a tourist in my own state and visited Chicken (the town), Chena Hotsprings, and Denali National Park among other places. I also had the chance to show off my Alaska (Homer) when some friends came to visit at the end of June; we sailed around the bay, hiked a mountain, and camped on a beach. (photos).

I left Alaska on the 3rd of July and after a one day layover in Seattle I headed back down south to Guatemala for one last visit. Seems like each time I go, the less prepared I am. Knowing the country it feels more like hopping a plane to another state than another country. I spent a week in Xela with my host family again at the Spanish school, then headed up north to join up with a medical team as an interpreter. Not only did I have a great experience with the nurses and patients in recovery, I also got to see a few surgeries which was very cool. The whole experience got me even more excited to start school.

My last week in Guatemala was spent near Coban in San Cristobal with a friend from college. She was married last Friday (congratulations Lindsey!) to an amazing Guatemalan man who she met while she was in the Peace Corps. The whole family was very warm and welcoming and the wedding was beautiful.

I arrived back in Seattle late Sunday night and on Monday finally got to meet my new niece Iris, who arrived early, leaving me stuck in Guatemala while she took her first looks at the world. I didn't miss anything too big yet though, at two weeks she still hasn't started walking or talking and is still trying to gain control of her facial muscles. But she is adorable, and we are all smothering her with love.

OK, now that you are all caught up, here begins my journey, or continues my journey, as I delve into the next stage of my life. I hope to have a moment to update you from time to time, but no promises. . .