I was an intern when I met your Dad. I would scrub as many cases as I could with him as he was an amazing vaginal surgeon. Every time I would scrub he would say he had to rush to the office and next time he would let me do the case. That was just his party line as he loved to operate and didn't want to share. But undaunted I continued to turn up as I learned so much. Every time I would remind him that he told me last time that next time it would be my turn. Maybe I finally wore him down, maybe he saw something in me, but he eventually let me sit down. I never looked back. My love of vaginal surgery led me to Urogynecology and shaped by future. So here I am 24 years later back in the department and now Interim Chairman. I believe I would not be who I am today without the care and time he spent to educate me.

Treat a patient you treat one, but educate a physician you treat thousands.

Thank you Dr Ritter and enjoy sitting down and doing your own cases in the OR in the sky. 

Thought of this one last night.   Shortly after my mom died, Dad had to go into the hospital for a mitral valve replacement.  He had rheumatic fever as a child which damaged his heart.   He came through the surgery beautifully.   It was around Thanksgiving in 1995 so I told him I would bring him a turkey dinner knowing the hospital food wasn't all that great.   He said that was nice but what he really wanted was a martini.   So the daughter of the chief of OB-GYN at St. Mary's Health Center smuggled in a martini for her dad.    I mixed it at home and put it in a thermos and buried it in my purse.   Once I got in the room, Dad was able to enjoy his martini sitting in his hospital bed.    I don't know if any of the nurses knew about it but none of them would have told Dr. Ritter he couldn't have his martini........