At some point during surgical residency, most interns get a sense of who they are as doctors, and the kind of surgeons they're going to become If you ask them they'll tell you. They're going to be General surgeons. Orthopedic surgeons. Neurosurgeons. Distinctions that do more than describe their areas of expertise. They help define who they are. Because outside the operating room, not only do most surgeons have no clue who they are, they're afraid to find out.
Dad, mom it's me. I'm calling from Seattle Grace hospital where the beautiful, talented, and incredibly stubborn Dr. Isobel Stephens has just given me a brand new heart and promised to marry me. I know we've had our differences and I'm sorry we've been out of touch.
Believe it or not, I was trying to make everything better. I know you're angry but I hope you cn forgive me. Turns out, sometimes you have to do the wrong thing...
Sometimes you have to make big mistake to figure out how to make things right.
Mistakes are painful, but they're the only way to find out who you really are. I know who I am now. I know what I want. I've got the love of my life, and a new heart. And I want you guys to get on the next plane out here and meet my girl. Everything's going to be different now.
I promise, from here on out, nothing's ever going to be the same. I love you. Bye.
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