I wasn't very nice to Kevin the other night. Well, I wasn't mean to him, but I wasn't very nice either. Kevin wants to be a doctor, which I am fully supportive of. I know it will be years of sacrificing and scraping by on no money, but I also know that it will pay off in the end, and that he will be doing what he loves. He loves to help people.
I mentioned before that I met Kevin as a camp counselor and he was the health counselor. He told me the first day we met that he was studying Neuroscience and wanted to be a doctor. I thought that was charming and romantic and brave. I pictured marrying a Derek Shepherd - neurosurgeon extraordinaire. (I may have also pictured Dr. Jack Shepherd and Dr. Doug Ross (George Clooney) which I cannot be entirely blamed for, thanks to three of my favorite television shows.) I never pictured the endless amounts of homework, EMS, research, volunteering and time away from me.
And although I sometimes complain to him about his career goals, I can't imagine him doing anything different. When I was a counselor, one of my girls got sick. I remember so vividly Kevin running across campus with his medical bag to see her. He was so gentle. I remember him feeling her forehead, and checking her temperature, and asking her questions. I already loved him so much at that moment. I also witnessed some hilarious moments - a boy who came to Kevin because his fingers hurt. Then he said, "I'm not the most athletically inclined you see, and that may be why my fingers hurt." Another boy told Kevin that dancing in a big group he "Hurt his jewels," right in front of me... Kevin laughed and gave him some expert medical advice I'm sure. He has stopped the bleeding on my sister's finger when she cut it chopping carrots, and when my dad asked if Kevin has learned how to give great "medical massages" in his medical training Kevin replied "Yes of course," trying so hard to keep a straight face. I will never forget seeing Kevin kneeling over my dad giving him a massage.
Then there was the time when I got sick. It was my first day of finals last year and I had my hardest Italian test. Even though Kevin had two tests that day, he came over in the morning and held my hair back while I threw up. He drove me to my exam and told me to call him the second I was done. I had to leave early I was so sick, and I could barely climb up the stairs to get to his car. He left his car, found me, picked me up, and carried me to the car while I sobbed about my test. He took me home, bundled me up in my covers, and came back with cold Sprite, and a pile of movies and books to help me feel better.
And so even though I feel selfish sometimes, and I want Kevin all to myself and sometimes wish he would decide to do something that took less school, time and commitment - I realize that I would be denying so many people the opportunity to be treated by Kevin. One of the most gentle, and kind person I have ever met.
So you win medical school. He's mine first, but I guess we can share.
photo by Cody Buell