About

Studoc (short for "student doctor") and I met at a church activity at a roller skating rink surrounded by our friends.  While skating in the middle of the rink, a guy friend of mine bet me 3 dollars to ask "that guy sitting down over there" (pointing at Studoc) to skate with me.  I didn't know him, but being the starving college student I was, 3 dollars may as well have been the lottery.  Plus, "that guy over there" was really good-looking .  (Win-win!)  So against all my rules of never "making the first move," I went up to Studoc and asked him to skate with me.  We skated and talked nonstop for the rest of the night about anything and everything.  We just clicked.

The end of the night came, and everyone loitered around outside the rink.  I chatted with my girlfriends to stall and give Studoc time to come up and ask for my number.  What was taking him so long?  We talked all night and he still hasn't asked for my number!  Finally, when girl conversation died out and I felt I did my job to make myself available, I walked across the parking lot towards my car and thought "Well, if he really wants my number, he'll get it somehow."

The moment I reached my car and opened the door, I saw Studoc SPRINTING across the parking lot towards me.  That image is forever burned into my memory.  He hardcore ran all the way to where I was, in front of his teasing guy friends, because he had to get my number.  He was too nervous to ask for it earlier.  So now our joke is that even though I technically made the first move and asked him to skate, he still had to RUN after me. :)

One year later we got married in the San Diego LDS Temple.  And after five years of marriage, we still can't get enough of each other...all because of a bet for 3 dollars.  Which I still have yet to receive!

We have a 2 year old son, and we just love him to pieces.  For Studoc it is a constant tug-of-war between time studying and time with family, but I think the balancing act between work and family exists throughout everyone's lives, no matter what the profession.  It just seems to be more pronounced in medicine.  Thankfully, Studoc is ever-diligent in spending quality family time with us and also tending to his studies.

The first year of med school was downright hard.  There were many challenges for us and therefore much growth.  We go into our second year stronger, thanks to important lessons learned about ourselves and our relationship and how to function in a medical marriage and family.  I write about what I learn and find interesting/funny/helpful during the med school process.  There is still much to learn.

If there's one thing for sure, it's that becoming a doctor is not a sprint--it's a marathon!  So let's lace up our shoes and enjoy the journey!