A short time ago, I stood at one side of a surgery table and watched with rapt attention as Dr. Sherry painstakingly placed intramedullary pins into the mandibles of a dog I had saved. The jaws of Tiger, a little blonde poodle mix, had been snapped in half by a pit bulldog having a bad day. I knew Dr. Sherry would help me fix Tiger one way or another because she is my mentor and is game for anything. Threading the pins to link together the broken bone pieces on one side and then the other, Sherry tried, hit a wall, tried again and finally prevailed.<\/p>\n
Tiger was the beneficiary of what I call surgical courage. Dr. Sherry was determined to reunite those broken jaws, and I was determined to participate. I live for that camaraderie and the journey into veterinary frontiers.<\/p>\n
Never underestimate the impact of your willingness to teach another veterinarian something you know well. You might be surprised that your generosity brings you greater satisfaction than the person you help.<\/p>\n
Indeed, the most memorable moments of my veterinary career are those when another veterinarian offered a hand of friendship and support. What follows are some of my favorite stories.<\/p>\n
As a new graduate, I reluctantly worked the night shift at a small animal practice after realizing that swine production medicine wasn\u2019t my destiny. I was hungry for surgical experience, but surgery was mainly the domain of the day shift. However, there is a special place in heaven for the two senior veterinarians I worked with one night, Donna and Chet, because they generously allowed me to do minor emergency procedures while they manned the front lines.<\/p>\n
Dr. Donna stood up for me with a client. Fresh out of school, I had taken the temperature of a toy breed dog before attempting to vaccinate it. The client was holding her dog. I tried twice to inject the little patient, who screamed, and the client snatched it away. \u201cCan I see another vet?\u201d she finally asked.<\/p>\n
Her question crushed me, and I left the exam room in dejection. I was sobbing with shame, so Dr. Donna took over. When the client complained that an earlier doctor hadn\u2019t checked her dog\u2019s temp before a vaccination, Dr. Donna replied, \u201cWell then, I guess he didn\u2019t do a thorough physical examination.\u201d I felt vindicated.<\/p>\n
The other veterinarian, Dr. Chet, ended up doing contract spays and neuters for the local animal shelter. He later brought me on board. I stood at a surgery table and spayed patient after patient, getting practice upon practice.<\/p>\n
One of the biggest deals of my life was euthanizing Marshall, my first pet pig. I had met Dr. Dan while working at the Tulsa State Fair\u2019s animal birthing center, and I chose him for this crucial mission. Accompanied by a fellow veterinarian, I took Marshall to Dr. Dan\u2019s clinic. He sedated Marshall, and I cried and reminisced with my pig until he went to the rainbow bridge. I left that day with an empty heart, but I cannot think of another person who equals Dr. Dan\u2019s compassion.<\/p>\n
Our friendship continued, and one day I lost a pig in surgery that belonged to the granddaughter of a former employer who believed in me. Devastated and unwilling to face porcine surgery again, I attempted to steer a potential client to Dr. Dan for a pet pig\u2019s castration. He wasn\u2019t having it. \u201cWhy don\u2019t we do it together,\u201d he suggested, and we did.<\/p>\n
Bulldogs are my second special interest. Early in my career, I worked with Dr. Carl, my bulldog mentor. He taught me that the soft drink Sprite could cut a bulldog\u2019s foamy phlegm and keep the patient from choking. When my first personal bulldog needed a partial tail amputation, Dr. Carl came to the clinic where I worked and taught me how to do the surgery.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, Dr. Janine was a new graduate who came to our clinic shortly after I started. I remember watching in amazement as she dumped sugar on a dog\u2019s prolapsed vagina and placed it back where it belonged. One night at the end of a long and stressful shift, I was joking around and became so tickled that I wet my pants. I was a little mortified, but thankfully the night was over. Dr. Janine set a bottle of Proin, a drug used to treat canine urinary incontinence, on the counter. It was great comic relief. She called me later to make sure I was OK. My dignity was intact.<\/p>\n
Mentors aren\u2019t always warm and fuzzy. My boss at my first job was a gifted surgeon whose experience was broad. Dr. George intimidated me, guided me and backed me when I faltered. I was young and sensitive, and we got along like oil and water. Then, one day, I left him for good. It was a bridge I figured I\u2019d burned.<\/p>\n
Two jobs later came shocking news: Dr. George\u2019s teenage son had been killed in a car wreck. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. Working at the clinic with his parents, I watched Caleb grow up under their loving care. The tragedy was unimaginable, and I wondered how they would go forward. I sent a card.<\/p>\n
A month or two later, I attended a continuing education lunch and found a seat on the upper level of a split-level dining room. I arrived alone, greeted the doctors I knew and waited for the program to begin. Suddenly, I noticed Dr. George sitting alone at a long table on the floor level. Everyone was chatting and laughing, but he sat quietly in the middle of it all.<\/p>\n
My heart quickened as I asked myself if I should go down there. The idea was scary, and I hesitated a beat until something inside pushed me to my feet and propelled me over to the table, where I sat down next to Dr. George.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, Wolfie,\u201d he said, smiling sadly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow are you doing?\u201d I asked. He said something about doing OK or what someone says when walking through unimaginable grief.<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw that you\u2019re starting a pit bull appreciation month in memory of Caleb. That\u2019s really neat,\u201d I ventured.<\/p>\n
With shiny eyes, he said the subject was difficult to discuss.<\/p>\n
I changed the subject and talked about horses. Anything. But I was there, and that was what counted. We ate lunch together and watched the program on heartworm disease.<\/p>\n
What I took away that day is indescribable, but I would have missed something profound if I hadn\u2019t taken the risk. Dr. George was a mentor, leader, critic and role model. I was a former employee, but I learned I also was an enduring friend and ally that day.<\/p>\n