Looks like my Mom definately had her last radiation appointment last Thursday. She is going back to work on Wednesday, I believe. I'm glad that that part of her treatment is finished.....I'm sure she is too. I hear they went out to dinner to celebrate.

It was a folk music weekend. Friday night we went to an "Evening of Acoustic Music" at the Wang Center. This included Mary Chapin Carpenter, Shawn Colvin, Patty Griffin, and Dar Williams. It was a great show. Sunday I took a cab to Harvard Square.......hopped around.........and went to see Ferron at Club Passim. This was a nice show too.

Aren't you proud of me for getting myself to Harvard Square and enjoying the day? This is not always easy with crutches.

The strangest small world thing happended to me yesterday. I was walking through The Coop and I noticed that Tracy Kidder had a new book out called Mountains Beyond Mountains. I started to read the description and had to buy it. I read inside the front cover and it said this:

At the center of Mountains Beyond Mountains stands Paul Farmer. Doctor, Harvard Professor, renowned infectious-disease specialist, anthropologist, the recipient of a MacArthur "genius" grant, world-class Robin Hood, Farmer was brought up in a bus and on a boat, and in medical school found his life's calling: to diagnose and cure infectious diseases and to bring the lifesaving tools of modern medicine to those who need them most. This book shows how radical change can be fostered in situations that seem insurmountable, and it also shows how a meaningful life can be created, as Farmer - brilliant, charismatic, charming, both a leader in international health and a doctor who finds time to make house calls in Boston and the mountains of Haiti - blasts through convention to get results.

I could not believe this............Paul Farmer had been my resident when I was in the Brigham and Women's the summer of 1993. I knew he had won the MacArthur grant..........and that he was a great guy who brought me a rose one day....and offered to bring me People Magazine. He would come into my room every morning and I would say...."so...Doctor Farmer.......what's wrong with me?" He would always smile....and say...."You have Hepatitis!" I would always smile back because we both knew that I was looking for an answer as to why I had hepatitis.....what was causing my hepatitis...and that hepatitis was a generic term for inflamation of the liver. I had one other resident while I was in the hospital.........but Paul Farmer is the one I remember the most. I am glad that he is being recognized for his work in Haiti and around the world with TB and HIV. You can learn more about what he is doing at the Partners in Health website.