These ladies live a fragmented family life. Most of them have moved (several times) and find themselves living long distances from any family and their own mothers. They are on their own. Resident fathers are not coaching soccer or even able to attend holiday celebrations. Medical school mamas aren't home to see their toddlers very first step. They live all the same family dramas as you and me, yet med school students and residents must remain focused on their study of medicine. Family comes second.
Someday, these students will be there for you when you need critical medical care. It doesn't matter what time of the night, whether or not it is during their kid's parent-teacher conference, their kid's championship game, or during their Christmas dinner. YOU, the patient, will hold their full attention, and it will be their wives and husbands alone at home who will be left to create a harmonious family life.
Would you want your surgeon stressing and focusing on a nagging wife as he slices into your aorta? Your mother's skull? Your father's carotid? Your spouse's kidney? Your child's anything?
I didn't think so.
So, I threw the medical mothers a tiny lifesaver as they try to stay afloat in rough waters. I feel they deserve any little, happy glimpse of their future life when the budget is lifted and their Doc H's have a little more time (and money) to recognize their work and sacrifices for their family and children.
I can't b*tch, moan, and groan all the time about Doc H's job. After all, it is a good life!