So I began to work alone. Nobody. No resident. No intern. Nobody. And I began to see the patients, burn patients. There were at that time children staying in the hospital, so I began to see many other things. And I saw there were patients who needed care for burns. The way the hospital was, the burn patient wasn’t taken care of.
"Thank you. This is the first time anybody has ever called me normal, Doctor."
“I’m 6’8” tall, and I want to be proportional.”
As alluded to above, my professional career at Stanford University School of immersed me in an area of patient care and clinical experiences of high value...Gender Dysphoria Syndrome.
We saw the patient again on three occasions -6 weeks and 6months and 6 years after surgery. Of course we memorialized with photography. We found out that after a three-year interval she had rehabilitated. She had gone to stenography school, learned a trade, had had a job since the surgery, and already had three children. This was a wonderful case and I was so happy.