Photo Fridays- Georgetown University Hospital
I have a special connection in so many ways to Georgetown University and its Hospital.
- My headache specialist is at Georgetown. I can’t even begin to express how important her role has been in providing me with the best quality care. I sat in a sterile exam room as I heard the words, “chronic migraine,” for the first time. Without her expertise, I would not be able to manage my disease as well as I can. I am forever in her debt.
- My gastroenterologist and movement disorder specialist are also at the main campus.
- I watched my close friend attend Georgetown Medical School, excelling in her classes and being chosen to go to Standord for her residency.
- Archer and I attended Georgetown’s Mini Med School twice. The program is designed for those not in the medical field to gain a better understanding of one new topic a week for 12 weeks.
- I attended one semester of grad school there before my migraine became chronic and I had to drop out.
- Most recently, I basically lived there as my grandfather recovered from a major surgery for about 10 days.
- While he was in the hospital, my mom found his birth certificate. Grandpa was born at Georgetown 81 years earlier.
Photos and murals are scattered throughout the hospital. For so many different reasons I am grateful for the part Georgetown has played in my life. So I think I’m basically a Georgetown doctor, right?
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