My knowledge of the human body begins and ends with the song, “Your foot bone is connected to your ankle bone. Your ankle bone is connected to your leg bone. Your leg bone is connected to your hip bone…. Ride Sally Ride!” It goes without saying that being the husband of a future doctor has been very eye opening. While my ineptitude for understanding human anatomy runs wide and deep, there are a few things that have become ever apparent as I send my wife to medical school each morning.

One Saturday night a few weeks ago, I was exhausted.  (Who am I kidding, I’m always exhausted.) We had family in town, and I had a lot of incomplete patient charts.  I had a Sunday School lesson that was underprepared.  I was also the backup admitter for our inpatient service, and at 11 PM I got a call that I needed to come in to see a patient.  I grumbled and griped and threw on scrubs and stumbled out the door.  I arrived and reviewed the patient’s chart, still wishing I didn’t have to be there. 

               I recently moved from a very affluent suburb to the city my medical school is in.  A few weeks after moving, I was called to be a counselor in young women’s.  I’m very excited, and actually a little nervous that the beehives won’t think I’m cool (I’m not very cool), but most of all it’s been an eye-opener to compare this young women’s with mine from back home in Helena, Montana.

On Sunday I taught my senior primary class about the story of Peter walking on the water to meet Jesus.


And Peter answered him and said, Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water. And he said, Come. And when Peter was come down out of the ship, he walked on the water, to go to Jesus. But when he saw the wind boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried, saying, Lord, save me. And immediately Jesus stretched forth his hand, and caught him, and said unto him, O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?” (Matt 14: 28-31)


I remember one day during my Freshman year at BYU when my friend, also a pre-med student, and I were walking toward the Wilk.  He turned to me and said “you know, we have more school ahead of us than we have already done in our entire lives.”  Fifteen years hence, I’m still in training. 

In that time my brain learned (and forgot) the Krebs cycle 3 or 4 times.  My fingers learned how to properly tie a surgeon’s knot.  My heart learned that there are some Mormon men who appreciate a woman who knows how to hold a cystoscope.