So nice to have you home and enjoying your knitting again! No doubt about it, that young trainee will love her scarf, and I concur, the color choice is perfect.

You are amazing. And it seems you have gotten your full mojo back. . .for the knitting and blessing at least. . .thanks for sharing!

Love and hugs to you guys!

Beautiful post, Alison. Wonderful that you recognized that this new young surgeon wanted to do a really great job!!!

That resident will always remember you. What a wonderful experience you have already given! And yes, it has to be that yarn. Good choice!

On days when she doubts if she can do this or after a difficult surgical experience, I’m sure her scarf will manage to appear in her sight and she’ll smile, remembering the nice lady who believed in her, told her as much and thanked her for being dedicated.

This post made me smile, but not in an entertained way: it feels as though my heart is agreeing with you. Is it presumptuous to type that, though we have never met?

Hopefully, all this knitting and those positive vibes help you remain a good patient at home. 😉

What a special scarf that will be! I know you too are already basking in the glow of the start of a job well-done. (For me, settling on the right yarn is half the battle!)

Absolutely perfect :-}

You is a good patient!

What a wonderful moment for you both!

I get such a kick out of embiggening your projects! Enchanting shawl.

Why do I get the impression that your mission in life is to make other people happy? I mean … Well, you do, you know.

Now if I can send a little happiness your way, here is a bit of humor:

ICE CREAM 

A Michigan woman and her family were vacationing in a small New England town where Paul Newman and his family often visited. One Sunday morning, the woman got up early to take a long walk. After a brisk five-mile hike, she decided to treat herself to a double-dip chocolate ice cream cone. She hopped in the car, drove to the center of the village and went straight to the combination bakery/ice cream parlor. There was only one other patron in the store: Paul Newman, sitting at the counter having a doughnut and coffee. The woman’s heart skipped a beat as her eyes made contact with those famous baby-blue eyes. The actor nodded graciously and the star-struck woman smiled demurely. 

“Pull yourself together!” she chided herself. “You’re a happily married woman with three children; you’re forty-five years old, not a teenager!” 

The clerk filled her order and she took the double-dip chocolate ice cream cone in one hand and her change in the other. Then she went out the door, avoiding even a glance in Paul Newman’s direction. 

When she reached her car, she realized that she had a handful of change–but her other hand was empty. “Where’s my ice cream cone?” she asked herself. “Did I leave it in the store?” 

Back into the shop she went, expecting to see the cone still in the clerk’s hand…or in a holder on the counter…or something. But no ice cream cone was in sight. With that, she happened to look over at Paul Newman. His face broke into his familiar warm, friendly grin and he said to the woman, “You put it in your purse.”

I had emergency eye surgery far from home in Boston MA as a college student. I was, of course, afraid and my family hadn’t had time to get to me. I woke up after surgery to a young resident sitting with me. He was from my home town and hence felt a connection. He’d even been the one to call my parents with a status update. We were all very grateful to him.

Fast forward a couple years. This former student now had his own practice so I visited him for a checkup. He remembered me (and especially my retina!) and even whipped out the diagrams he’d had to draw during my very complex surgery.

I guess “making a connection” can go both ways between doctor and patient!