He was a cardio-thoracic surgeon who had an incredible impact on all he encountered-patients, families, and medical colleagues, fellows, residents and students.
I got to know him while he was a surgical resident and I was a medical student.
He was brilliant, intense, yet kind, down to earth, had a great a sense of humor, and basically lived at the hospital.
I saw yet another side of him when I would see him playfully interacting with his family during some dinners, in the hospital cafeteria, of course.
I once asked him how he kept up-to-date with everything.
One way, he said, was to always carry note cards so he could “review things, even when in the bathroom taking a crap (followed by laughter).”
My post yesterday was about the importance of remaining physically active.
He accidentally died while doing just that-riding his bicycle through the countryside.
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