Sixteen years ago, right about this time, I was putting my first chest tube into the left hemithorax of a neonate 7 days s/p an arterial switch at NEMC who had suffered bilateral tension pneumothoraces and was blue when I arrived. (The chief surgical resident was putting one into the right hemithorax; I was following his lead).

It was easily the most frightening moment of my life.

Sixteen years ago tomorrow (around 28 hours from now), I met Peter Michael Burke (my first son) for the first time.

It was easily the happiest moment of my life.

Pretty intense 48 hours.....

Happy Birthday, Pete.

Okay, slow start on the old Blogger thing. Happy to be back on line thanks to the nice Indian lady from McAfee. She found a bunch of shite on my computer.

Welcome to my Blog...