One of the jokes I had with my youngest son while he was growing up was the old saw….”what is the Jewish definition of fetal viability?” The answer is “when it graduates from medical school”.
I never pushed or encouraged him to pursue medicine. Medicine has been good to me (at least it was for 25 years), and I enjoyed learning the human body, and understanding how our wonderful organism works. Youngest son and I were pretty much by ourselves from the time he was in 6th grade. He tolerated my world view, turned wrenches on planes with me, and at times simply got out of bed, rode to the hospital, and slept on a couch or hospital bed. High school provided an opportunity for him to negotiate a better ride (translation: diesel pickup truck) as long as his grades stayed at a 3.5 GPA. There were numerous times that wailing of “I just can’t do this!” was met with a shrug of the shoulders, and a “hand me the keys” statement. It has always amazed me how much a boy can do, if he really wants to drive a truck.