visiting the surgeon

Enrique's uncle picked us up and took us to UCSF for the appointment with the surgeon. We were nervous. Everyone in the waiting room looked like they were in much worse shape than Enrique.

After an hour of paper work and waiting, we met the surgeon. When I saw her I realized that I had been hoping for a certain type: male, middle-aged and very intense.

Instead she was young (maybe our age), female and very laidback, in a professional way. It didn't seem like a good sign that she was wearing wrinkled clothes, but she quickly won us all over.

Later we heard from a reliable source that she is extremeley well-regarded.