During my first year of medical school, a textbook author named Barbara Fadem played a huge role in my education. An expert on behavioral health, Barbara guided us in how to address defense mechanisms, recognize substance abuse, and approach complex ethical issues.
For whatever reason, one particular line from her textbook has always stood out in my mind:
This concept has always made me chuckle at its seeming absurdity, because who in an urban environment even raises chickens, let alone thinks to package their eggs up for their doctor’s appointment?
But this week, my jaw dropped as I walked into a patient room.
Because there, on the counter, with “Mindy’s Farm” scribbled on top, was this:
“Mindy,” I began, giggling. “You have no idea how appropriate this gift is.”
Also, I’m taking this opportunity to wish a very happy Father’s Day to the man who always read me countless stories and taught me to ride my bike and to drive, who still washes my car and changes my oil, answers my frantic 6 AM phone calls when my car door freezes shut, and supports me no matter what. Love you, Dad!