My gloves painted a coat of dark brown as mixtures of blood and dark green placenta ran down my covered hands. Surgery was chaotic with too many puppies for the veterinary staff to handle, as a summer volunteer, I was enlisted. I recall no initial response, resulting in the nurse injecting a drug into the pup's tongue. Still not breathing, not yet a life. A reminisce about a simpler time, 17 years ago. Three months premature with an emergency cesarean, I was not yet breathing. Dr. Wesley Sugi, a fantastic Kealakekua pediatrician, revived me, gave me life. Finally a cry, a breath, a new life. I can think of no more rewarding and important role than to open a new world of endless possibilities to individuals and families. I grew up in my father's veterinary clinic and have witnessed suspenseful surgery at ages some would find unbelievable. Life can be messy, doctors might wear a white coat but I know, I am seeing it now, that there are cries, blood, and discharges involved. I have been blessed in my life, for my life, and would like to give back to those who are underserved and cared for.
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My father’s a veterinarian, treats animals that range from the endemic mongoose, to pigs, goats, and I believe a pilot whale was in the parking lot one day. A door separated my home life from a world of animals on IV fluids. Sick animals, surgery, and medication that was simply
My father’s a veterinarian, treats animals that range from the endemic mongoose, to pigs, goats, and I believe a pilot whale was in the parking lot one day. A door separated my home life from a world of animals on IV fluids. Sick animals, surgery, and medication that was simply