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February 2015!?

I will blame residency for another lapse in posting! The days (and many of the nights...) have been full, and as I move from one rotation to the next, I am increasingly pleased with my match in family medicine. It is very fulfilling, though at times overwhelming, to be a witness to the full range of the human experience. I get to be the first person to hold a newborn baby, to support a family through the dying process, and to be there for people at every stage in between. There are daily reminders both of how difficult and of how great life can be. Every day is an adventure!

A few updates: 
  • After 30 fracture-free years, Chris has broken both his collarbone and his right thumb this year, on separate occasions...
  • In spite of his fragility, he has had a great time working as a junior high teacher.
  • I'm more than halfway done with residency, which is crazy!
  • I was elected as a chief resident for next year.
  • Tessie is still awesome.
  • Vermont has been super cold but with great skiing conditions (see first bullet).
  • We now have family in Vermont! My cousin Joey, his wife Andy, and their darling daughter Lucille have moved to Montpelier!
{I started this blog as a way to keep family & friends updated on our lives,
and I haven't done a great job of it lately!
My new goal is to post a daily (or almost-daily) photo.
This is the first one...but I'm cheating, because I actually took this picture 4 days ago.
A lovely Valentine from a lovelier friend.}

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  1. Mary-ScottFebruary 19, 2015 at 7:41 AM

    Congratulations on Chief Resident!! That is incredible news! xoxo

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    1. Michelle DorwartFebruary 19, 2015 at 7:10 PM

      Thanks, MS! Hope your sweet family is doing well in TX!

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  2. kjpMarch 4, 2015 at 8:12 AM

    Chief resident! Amazing! Sounds like you're kicking ass up there!

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