My mother died when I was 11 years old; I think nothing else had an impact on me like that event had.  It was my first glimpse of the medical system, as it existed in 1966–it did not leave a good impression.  I am now in medical research, most likely it designated my chosen profession even at that early age.

My father died when I was 26, it was such a horrific affair that I promised him at that time that I would alter that process if I possibly could.  That path took me to places that I couldn’t possibly have imagined.  Most, if not all people would look at the journey I walked with skepticism, yet the consequences of that promise did happen.  This is the story of that process.

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