In January, Brian was flying all over the country (spending a lot of money) interviewing for residency positions. He was granted something like 30+ interviews in various places nationwide, from Miami to New Hampshire, from Nashville to Chicago, to Los Angeles. He interviewed at nearly all of them. Sherry was holding down the homefront, working in only her seventh month at her new job for a Silicon Valley law firm. By February, we were forced to commit to a ranking list, by which the match system would magically "match" residents with a program (based on applicant and hospital preferences). We agonized over where we wanted to go, which programs to rank, and what order to rank them in. We even took a trip to Tahoe to talk it over. We submitted our rank list after a tortured night of changing the order of programs many times over.We went to Sand
Mountain with Eric and Kristen that month, too. We teased Kristen on that trip that we thought she was pregnant again, even though dear Lucas was only nine months old. She laughed at us. She called us a week later, shocked to have just found out that she was, in fact, expecting #2. In March, we attended the Match Day ceremony (right), and celebrated that Brian had been accepted to Harvard's program. We then got on a plane and flew to Puerto Vallarta for a
few days for some R&R (below left). When we returned, we would have 8 weeks in April and May, in which: (1) Brian had to take the medical boards exam (a very big test), finish his graduation requirements, and complete all of his papers for publication, rotations and research projects; (2) We had to find a new place to live in Massachusetts, which ended up requiring two (expensive!) separate trips to Boston; (3) Sherry had to inform her employer that she was leaving after only a year with them, get a headhunter, submit resumes, interview at 10 firms in
Boston in 7 days and commit to a new job; (4) We had to sell one of our cars; and (5) We had to tie up loose ends, pack all of our belongings, and move to Boston. We drove cross-country with all of our belongings in 3.5 days in the first week of June. Yes, movers would have been nice, but we couldn't get any, because Brian's final rotation would not allow him to finish early. The cross-country move was done on approximately 8 hours sleep over 3.5 days. We drove from western Wyoming to upstate New York without even stopping to nap. We arrived to Boston, hallucinating, and moved in on June 9. The next DAY, we flew back to California (June 10), then attended Brian's graduation on June 11 (above right and below left), flew back to Boston on June 12, and Brian started residency on June 13. Sherry unpacked our stuff and started work a week later, and her bar classes had already started three weeks before, so she had to play catch up. (And you all wonder why we seemed to have disappeared over the summer.) Brian's first rotation, the last two weeks of June, was the hardest rotation in the hospital. But we survived. And the year was only half over.In July, Sherry studied like mad for the Massachusetts bar exam. We did get out to see the Pops at the July 4th festival. Sherry took the bar at the end of July and went back to work two
days later, at the beginning of August. Brian's family visited in August, and August and September were very heavy work months for both of us. There were weeks when we were both working 100+ hours. In October, we worked a lot, took a great weekend trip to Montreal, and celebrated Sherry's birthday in New York (right). Our nephew Tanner was born. In November, we finally got a weeklong vacation together-- to Italy (below left), followed by a whirlwind Thanksgiving trip to
California. In December, Brian attended Ted's bachelor party in Vegas (below right), Brian's scary hospital incident happened, and Sherry's mom Pat and sister Stacy visited, and we were househunting. Between September and December, we've both been sick four times, probably from the stress, major life changes, and weather adjustments. Adding up the changes in our lives-- from interviewing for residency and jobs, to looking for a new place to live (hotels and flights add up quickly), to moving expenses, to bar exam expenses... We spent tens of thousands of dollars this year for the pleasure of all this stress, which makes it that much crazier to fathom.Looking back, it has just been way too much in one year. Any one of the major life changes or
decisions that we were forced to make this year would have defined our year in most years, but we were making those decisions and changes at the speed of light. And we would be lying to say that the stress of the situation had not taken a toll. But when we look at each other this New Year's, at least we can say that we did what had to be done, and came out of it okay, and with our marriage stronger than ever. People don't know this, but we get very down on ourselves when we forget to call this or that person back, that we probably forgot 86 birthdays this year and we sent a couple Christmas gifts late, that we sometimes have a disorganized apartment, generally don't return our rental movies on time (though we now have Netflix), sometimes take too long to take care of certain chores, and so on. But the other night, while thinking about everything we did this year, we realized we did our very best, and we made it. So, the important thing about 2005 is that we survived it. (That's not to say that our brand of survival is the heartiest-- our hearts go out to the true survivors of 2005-- the tsunami, quake and hurricane victims, the survivors of this war, the survivors of poverty in our own country and abroad . . . millions worldwide make us look like sissies!) But we not only survived 2005; we came away with wonderful memories-- Brian's dreams coming true and hard work finally paying off; celebrating Sherry's birthday with wonderful lifelong friends in New York City; sharing Brian's birthday in Rome and Florence together. This year may have had too much packed into it, but it is a year we will never forget.Now on to 2006 . . . Brian's first year ends in June, and we hear that second year in Ortho is actually the hardest. Still, without the rest of our world changing, we should be able to handle it!
We wish everyone a Happy New Year!
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne!
For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne.
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne!
For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne.
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
"Auld lang syne" means "times gone by" or "former days and friends,"
and those, we think, are worth toasting
(even if Brian will be working)!
and those, we think, are worth toasting
(even if Brian will be working)!














































