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Plexus
1986
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Strich School of Medicine
First Year Class
1982-83
Opening
4
History of Stritch
8
People of Loyola
14
Where We Learned
20
The First Year
23
The Second Year
31
The Third Year
41
The Fourth Year
49
Casino Night
58
Boxer Shorts
64
Clubs/Intramurals
68
Match Day
70
Senior Portraits
75
Personal Pages
87
Stritching the Truth 144
"This is not the end.
Nor, is it even
the beginning of the end.mm
But it is, perhaps,
the end of the beginning. . .
??
Winston Churchill
by Joseph Hildner
We all had expectations. Plenty of them. It
would have been impossible to arrive at medical
school without at least some amount of wonder-
ing what we were in for; imagining what it would
be like — what we would be like. Were the horror
stories true? Would there be oppressive loads of
data? Inhuman hours? Suspension of the joys of
youth in favor of an indefinite period of self-
flagellation? We took comfort in Loyola's com-
paratively low attrition rate; in recollection of
interview day: "That tour guide didn't seem so
miserable." The more we were able to convince
ourselves that we might not become buried in
books, however, the more likely it appeared that
we would indeed become buried in debt. We
heard that when these years of hard work were
over, rather than finally taking control of our own
lives, we would instead be told by a computer
where to go next: a place where the hours were
longer, the work even harder. We read about the
projected "glut" of physicians, the increasing
threat of lawsuit. But then, almost mercifully, it
happened.
We actually became medical students. And
thus began the steady series of realizations that
this was not like anything we had ever imagined.
Many of us had taken a taste of the "real
world" between college graduation and entering
Loyola-Stritch. But for most of us, July of 1982
marked yet one more in an unbroken streak of
back-to-back years spent going to school— the
seventeenth grade, so to speak. But as with each
previous change to a new school, many things
seemed very different. Certainly, one of the most
notable differences between college and medical
school was the simple matter of classmates. After
having spent four years among a pack of neurotic,
competitive, slobbering pre-med students clam-
mering over each other in hopes of finishing on
the top of the heap, one had cause to ask that first
day at Stritch, "Where are all the nerds?" One
might have expected from that heap of pre-meds,
that the ones we would actually meet in medical
school would be the pre-meddest of all!
Instead, as we funnelled into that first
Anatomy class, we discovered fascinating and
delightful diversity. From Rhode Island to
California, from Washington State to Florida,
they came: A girl with her hair dyed pink in the
seat ahead . A mountainous defensive tackle who
played varsity football on National T.V. to the
left. A born-again Christian on the right. A harp-
player. An expert at darts. A wife-mother-phle-
botomist-med student. Marathon runners. Phar-
macists. Pool sharks. Rock guitarists who helped
pay tuition through regular engagements at clubs
and weddings. Undergraduate majors of all kinds.
All of us sat together, day after day, and wrote
down facts (among them, one might recall, was
"A plexus is an intricately interwoven, complex
network of lymphatics, nerves, or vessels. . .").
These facts bore very little inherent signifi-
cance at first. Patients were only those people we
saw getting in and out of taxis while we were down
buying Hi-lighters in the gift shop. They didn't
seem to matter much when our greatest responsi-
bility was to memorize the location of the lateral
geniculate body or count ATP's formed in the
Pentose Phosphate Shunt. But the facts kept
coming, and we kept writing them down. Day
after day. Week after week. Month after month.
We kept monotony in check, however, with
plenty of out-of-class socializing, and even a good
bit of humor in school: Coop notes routinely
interjected a good dose of personal philosophy or
an appropriate comic. Costume-clad Histology
profs on test-day near Halloween who left plates
Would there be
oppressive loads of
data? Inhuman hours?
Suspension of the joys
of youth in favor of
an indefinite period
of self-flagellation ?
of Reese 's Pieces at rest stops during the practical
exam helped relieve some of the pressure. And it
was difficult to take Monday morning too
seriously when it began with a fellow classmate
using the lecturer's microphone to ask if anyone
had found his pants which he'd lost during the
party on Saturday.
Opening 5
But time moved on and things got worse. Our
third semester was probably the most aggressive
onslaught of facts we were forced to endure. With
deepening debt, a full year of classroom/library life
to go before the clinical work, and Boards Part I
standing obstinately in between, there were plenty
of sober expressions.
And it was then, when the data load was
heaviest, that we began to learn much more than
lecture material. It was an exceptional classmate who
One had cause to ask
that first day at
Stritch, "Where are
all the nerds?"
did not gain personal insight into emotional stress.
There was a while there when it seemed that the only
times when a fellow student was not suspending his
own studying to pull our spirits up out of depression
to reality over a cup of coffee, were the times when
we were doing the same for someone else. Perhaps
more significantly than in Microbiology or Pharma-
cology, those Basic Science years prepared us for
patient care by driving home the special importance
of compassion--as they put us on both the giving and
needing ends of it with our friends.
Those first years which we spent so physically
close together were also especially effective at
nurturing broadmindedness on our part. With class
members bringing to Loyola so widely various
interests and approaches to life, we couldn't help but
at least become aware of alternative attitudes we
might never have experienced otherwise. Just when
academic demands were such that we were most
prone to surrounding ourselves with ourselves
(becoming oblivious to everything else in the world
except getting through our own stack of notes)
something happened to put a stop to it: Someone
would get on the microphone and encourage us to
help out with Hunger Week, Amnesty International,
a financial aid Phone-a-thon, etc.; or the muse would
strike and we'd find another edition of Stritching the
Truth in our mailboxes. It also amused us to learn
how many different styles of studying could success-
fully achieve the same result! Late-night philoso-
phizing in the wet-labs, study breaks in the cafeteria,
and the discussions which ensued around the issues
raised in the Medical Ethics course all served to
further intensify the degree to which we grew to
know each other.
As familiar as we became in those first two years,
there were elements in our classmates which we
could only become aware of through sharing the
experiences of the floors. Clinical clerkships were
unlike anything we had done together in Basic
Science in that each rotation seemed to "feature" a
discrete few classmates for four or six weeks for us
to intensively get to know. Racing past each other
in the morning trying to examine each of our patients
before rounds, scouring up labs, chasing down charts,
we grew to have some understanding of the comrad-
erie soldiers once felt having lived in the trenches
together. We cringed as the other student got
crucified on attending rounds or at morning report;
we got crucified ourselves. Similarly, we felt proud
of each other in the times when we would come
July of 1 982 marked
yet one more in an
unbroken streak of
back-to-hack years
spent going to school —
the seventeenth grade 9
so to speak. . .
through with the right answers, or when we'd pick
up a finding on physical exam which everyone else
had missed.
True, these changing relationships were not
always positive. There were times when other
6 Opening
t&ad
It was an exceptional
classmate who did not
gain personal insight
into emotional stress.
students on the service could kiss up to the
attendings beyond human belief, stealing answers
to questions directed to someone else, showing the
others up at every opportunity. There were times
when, out of the corner of your eye, you'd notice
how another student examined the patient in the
bed adjacent to your own patient; or when you'd
come on service picking up a patient who had been
followed by another student. In times like these,
the respect we held for one another either increased
or diminished, but in either case, we were seeing —
and showing — our true colors. However, when that
train-wreck admission comes to you at 4:15 on
Friday when another student is on call, and that
student takes the case for you — a certain bond is
formed which can never be completely broken.
It was during the clerkships that those empty
facts we'd spent so much time memorizing in the
first two years took on their true significance.
Cystic Fibrosis was no longer a two-and-a-half-
page coop with a few sentences marked yellow
somewhere in your pathology notebook. It was the
murderer of the child you had grown so attached
to in Pediatrics. And who among us did not
shudder when the reality of lymphoma was driven
home?
Among the most important learning we ac-
complished on the floors were the endless lessons
we'd been taught about ourselves. We were forced
to come in intimate touch with our own weaknesses
and limitations, as we were reminded of them daily
and forced to pay for them. We learned — after all
we spewed about ourselves in those med school
applications — how we really feel about sick people.
We developed a strong sense of pride in looking
back over our many venerable accomplishments. In
doing so, we learned also that our limitations could
be improved, some even eliminated. Failures at
first, we developed by sink or swim method, skills
in efficiency, time-management, decision-making,
triage, and simple self-defense.
Even the coldest and most distant class
member did not get through this alone. We were
there for each other when things were rough;
during marital turmoil, deaths of family, roommate
problems, unsuccessful pregnancy, depression. We
shared the excitement of engagements, marriages,
the birth of a child, Match Day. We experienced
each other in almost any imaginable circumstance!
We felt each other fail. We watched each other
succeed. We saw each other in boxer shorts and
three-piece suits; in scrubs post-call and in bars
post-boards; there was St. Lucia, white-water
rafting, AMSA trips to Colorado, endless dinners
at each other's homes.
In short, we learned a hell of a lot more in
medical school than appears in National Medical
Board Exams. And perhaps the most special things
we grew to know were ourselves, and each other.
We came together as a group of medical
students for the first time in Anatomy class where
we were introduced not only to such things as the
brachial plexus, but to each other. After four years
in which our experiences have woven us into an
intimate network of complex relationships, we
leave together as a group of physicians. At
graduation, we become "doctors" for the first time.
A plexus is an
intricately interwoven,
complex network. . .
But it was during those four years together that we
began to become doctors. It is to the memory of this
beginning, now at an end, that we dedicate this
Plexus 1986.
Opening 7
The History of
Loyola-Stritch
by Mathew Nora
Loyola University was born in 1870
under the name of St. Ignatius College.
By 1909 the enrollment at the school had
declined, mainly because it was better
known for its very successful college
preparatory school, rather than as a
"college" itself. So in this same year, St.
Ignatius College followed the example of
other Jesuit schools and expanded itself
into a University. The school changed its
name to Loyola University and moved to
a new location on Chicago's north side.
St. Ignatius Preparatory School re-
mained at the old location to help
maintain stability in the neighborhood,
and continues to educate high school
students today, at the original site of
Loyola University.
At the same time that the school
upgraded itself to a "university" in hopes
of attracting more "collegiate" students,
the administrators also decided to begin
a department of medicine. Bringing this
change about was particularly challeng-
ing, accomplished primarily by Rev. H.
Spalding, S.J. the first regent of the
school. The difficulties he faced in
founding a medical school are best
understood in light of the state medical
education was in at the turn of the
century. In 1909, medical education in
Chicago was in flux in an attempt to
correct some of the deficiencies of the
late 1800's. Medical training in 1870
consisted of two school years, each
lasting 20 weeks. The second year was
largely a repeat of the first year. The
majority of schools had no clinical
curriculum, and requirements for en-
trance varied greatly. Most did not even
require four years of high school.
Without any standardization of
entrance requirements, curriculum, or
facilities, the medical schools of Chicago
represented a spectrum of quality. Some
of the lesser schools were run strictly for
profit, and were considered diploma
mills. These were referred to as
"commercial" schools, and were staffed
by faculty who wanted the prestige and
increased patient population which
came to teaching physicians. Any group
of physicians could easily create a medi-
8 History of Stritch
cal school with minimal investment of
time or money. One medical school was
even operated out of a converted barn.
In 1904 there were 15 day-schools in
Chicago. There were also numerous
night and correspondence medical
schools. In addition to these, there
existed "irregular" schools which includ-
ed homeopathic, osteopathic, chiropodic
and eclectic schools of medicine. All
these schools could legally send gradu-
ates out to practice medicine without
any standard minimum qualifications.
The number of medical schools oscillat-
ed greatly, many existing for only a few
years. The value of a medical diploma at
this time might be appreciated from the
following letter received by Rush Medi-
cal College in 1910:
Please accept of My hand writting
though I hav'nt been in touch with you
as to write you before.
But at this time I write you for a
Diploma of being a family Doctor. I have
purchased a family Medical Book from
Sears Roebuck and I have studied it for
two (2) years and I have been Examined
by Doctor-and I Desires to Give Rush
Medical College Honor of what I know,
and that is why I asked for a Diploma
from that College. I have been teaching
for twelve (12) years and I believe I am
Prepaired to do the work. I will give you
One Dollar and a half ($1.50) for the
Diploma if you will Except of My request
Please let Me hear from you by return
Mail.
On the other hand, there did exist
a minority of medical schools which were
genuinely dedicated to improving the
quality of medicine and physicians in
Chicago. Dr. Nathan Davis, the founder
of Chicago Medical College (later to
become Northwestern University Medi-
cal School) was a leader of this move-
ment to improve medical education in
Chicago. He fought for minimum en-
trance requirements: a high school de-
gree and at least one year of college. He
also felt that the school year should be
extended from 20 weeks to six months,
and that the length of studies should be
increased from two to three years. He
wanted to require that the curriculum
include didactic teaching in the basic
sciences, as well as clinical training. Dr.
Davis also recommended that tuition for
medical school be eliminated because
the majority of students in Chicago were
from poor midwest farming families.
These recommendations were not well
received. This was because there were so
many medical schools in the area that
any given school feared that an increase
in its entrance requirements might drive
students away to the competition.
In 1904 Dr. Davis' recommenda-
tions received support when the AMA—
which happened to have been founded
by Dr. Davis himself-created the coun-
cil on medical education. This council
eventually became the most powerful
regulator of medical education in the
country. The committee wanted medical
schools to be graded as "A, B, or C" with
"C" schools being considered unsatisfac-
tory. In order to have these evaluations
considered objective, the committee
requested the Carnegie foundation to
perform these evaluations in 1910. The
report, written by A. Flexnor, was devas-
tating to Chicago area medical schools,
describing the city as "the plague spot of
the country." The report stated that only
three medical schools in Illinois should
be allowed to remain open: Rush, North-
western and College of Physicians and
Surgeons (later Univ. of Illinois Medical
School). These were the only three class
"A" medical schools in Illinois. In light
of the Flexnor report, the AMA felt that
to improve medical education in Chicago
the number of medical schools must be
reduced. Although many of the claims of
the Flexnor report were exaggerated, the
report did help raise the standards of
medical education in the city.
In the next 15 years medical schools
began to -require two years of college
preparation, and a compulsory intern-
ship before being licensed to practice.
The report also put pressure on medical
schools to affiliate with universities.
This was beneficial to both parties, as it
offered a given medical school the pres-
tige of a university on its diploma, and
gave the university a ready-made medi-
cal department. The AMA encouraged
this consolidation in hopes that the
universities would improve the quality of
teaching at their medical school.
Ironically, at the very time when the
Flexnor report was having medical
schools closed, Loyola was attempting to
establish its own medical department. So
there was little sympathy, even hostility,
towards its organization. Actually, Loyo-
la was one of the first medical schools to
follow the recommendations of the Flex-
nor report. They raised their admission
standards, offered more formal training
in the basic sciences, and updated their
facilities beyond the levels of some of the
more established schools in Chicago.
These efforts were ignored by the AMA.
In fact the AMA eventually tried to have
Loyola closed through subversive means
as described below.
Loyola administrators, in the pro-
cess of upgrading the school to a Univer-
sity, decided to affiliate with Illinois
Medical College (IMC) in 1909. This, in
effect, added a medical department to
the school for the first time. Fr. Spalding,
who had been a former regent of Mar-
quette Medical School, was called upon
to develop Loyola's medical school. IMC
had been founded in 1894. It was housed
in a three story building initially con-
structed to be a hotel. Associated with
IMC was Reliance Medical College. This
was an evening medical school founded
in 1907 which used the same faculty and
building of IMC. Reliance was also
incorporated into Loyola's medical de-
partment.
Fr. Spalding was approached in
1910 by the Bennett Medical School
(BMS) which was also interested in
affiliating with Loyola University. By
March of the same year, details had been
worked out such that BMS bought out
Reliance and IMC, thus becoming Loyo-
la's medical department. BMS had been
founded in 1868 as an eclectic school of
medicine. The BMS hospital had to be
closed to accommodate the new student
body of 400 which resulted from the
incorporation of the other two schools.
The first graduating class in June of 1910
consisted of 62 graduates, 41 from
Bennett and 21 from IMC. The students
at this time did their clinical rotations at
Jefferson Park Hospital which had a 90
bed capacity.
Clockwise from top left: Illinois Medical College; Bennett
Medical School; Loyola Medical School circa 1930; and Chicago
College of Medicine and Surgery. Please see text for details.
History of Stritch 9
Dr. W. A. Dorland, author of the Dorland
Medical Dictionary, added to the pres-
tige of the school. In 1915 BMS came
under complete control of Loyola Uni-
versity. The name Bennett was dropped
from the title. This acquisition did not
cost Loyola very much, as the BMS
administrators had hoped Loyola would
help it to become a class "A" school.
Soon after Loyola's affiliation with
Bennett, the AMA began its attempts to
close Loyola's medical department, or at
least to drop it to a class "C" rating. The
AMA had several reasons for their
actions against BMS. First, Bennett was
considered a class "B" school, but its
affiliation with Loyola was evidence of
BMS' efforts to improve what it felt to
be an unjust rating. Secondly, BMS,
Loyola's medical department, had the
largest graduating class in the nation.
This made Loyola appear to be a
"commercial" medical school, existing
primarily for profit more than for quality
education. But the AMA would not
acknowledge that BMS was as large as
College Fees
A matriculation fee of five dollars will be charged on entering
the college.
Fee for first year $100 oo
Fee for second year ioo oo
Fee for third year ioo oo
Fee fot fourth year ioo oo
A scholarship ticket which includes all fees for the
entire course will be issued for 300 00
payable in advance.
Students will be required to deposit with the Secretary five dol-
lars as security against damage to laboratory or college furniture,
to be returned if not forfeited.
. Graduates from other recognized medical colleges may attend a
full course of lectures in this college by paying a fee of $50 and
matriculation fee. If they apply for graduation they will be re-
quired to pay $50 additional and take examinations in the fourth or
senior year studies.
Laboratory fees $5.00 each.
All fees are required to be paid in advance.
it was as a result of its being a combina-
tion of three medical schools. Loyola
even gave its own entrance exam to
evaluate its applicants more fully than
neighboring schools, but the AMA view-
ed this as a method to accept unqualified
students. Lastly, Bennett had been
founded as an "eclectic" school which
was considered one of the "irregular"
sects practicing medicine. The eclectic
dogma denied therapy of bleeding, pur-
gery, and emetics, which had been the
main tools of "regular" physicians in the
not too distant past. The eclectic motto
was: "Prove all things, and hold fast to
that which is good." As medical knowl-
edge advanced, all practicing sects had
to adjust their teachings accordingly.
BMS had actually been a "regular"
medical school for many years, but kept
its eclectic title in name only until 1908.
Fr. Spalding, in his report on the
beginning of Loyola's school of medicine,
cited two examples of how the AMA
tried to have Loyola closed. The first
involved the AMA's bringing medical
officials from Columbus to inspect BMS.
These officials completely misrepre-
sented BMS to the AMA. Fr. Spalding
went to Ohio to defend Loyola's medical
department. While there, he visited the
medical school of the officials, and was
surprised that they considered them-
selves to be in a position to evaluate
BMS when their institution was pro-
foundly inferior to BMS in both facilities
and standards. His meeting with the
officials from Columbus and the AMA
turned into one where the Columbus
officials had to defend their medical
school instead of Loyola defending Ben-
nett. The second example was how the
AMA sent a spy to attempt to be
admitted into BMS. This man's mission
was to try to be enrolled into BMS even
though he was unqualified. The purpose
of this was to demonstrate that BMS did
not maintain its admission standards.
The spy tried to weasle his way into the
school by stating that his mother was
dying, and that he wanted to make her
happy with proof of his entrance into
medical school. This spy also took
students to "some of the lowest saloons
on Madison street" in an effort to get
them to reveal damaging information
about the school. Though this spy was
never admitted to BMS, the AMA
printed an article in the Chicago Tribune
stating that Loyola accepted students
without high school credits. After clash-
ing with the AMA over similar issues for
five years, Fr. Spalding sought legal help.
These efforts were very fruitful, and Fr.
Spalding was surprised with how harmo-
nious the AMA became after they met
with his lawyers.
In 1917 Chicago College of Medicine
and Surgery (CCMS) became interested
in uniting with Loyola's medical depart-
ment. Though weakly affiliated with
Valpariso University, CCMS was being
hounded by the AMA to close because it
was considered a commercial school. Fr.
Spalding did not consider CCMS a
commercial college because its buildings
and equipment were maintained at the
very best levels, limiting its profits.
Loyola, which was looking for new
facilities at this time, was enticed by the
quality of CCMS' physical plant. The
school consisted of three adjacent build-
ings that were built originally as family
dwellings. It was located across the street
from Cook County Hospital, and in the
center of many large medical clinics.
Having opened in 1902, CCMS occupied
the buildings that used to house the
Women's Medical college of Chicago
(Women's Medical College had been
bought by Northwestern in 1892 and
moved to the N.U. campus.). Loyola
purchased CCMS for $85,000. Classes
were begun at the new facilities in 1918.
The medical school would continue to
use this location for the next 43 years.
Thus, in a short eight years (1909-
1918) Loyola assembled the componets
of its medical school. Fr. Spalding had
accomplished what the AMA wanted to
accomplish: he closed four medical
schools in forming Loyola's medical
school. Approximately 15 years after
Loyola founded its medical
department, its rating was raised to class
"A." But, even while Loyola was rated as
a class "B" school its graduates had one
of the highest passing rates of the state
medical exam of any medical school in
the city.
The classes in the early years at
Loyola and most other medical schools
in the country were structured similar to
the six year programs that exist today.
Students would attend two years of
college, and then advance to medical
school. By 1910, a medical degree could
be obtained after four years of school,
each year consisting of eight months of
classes. This was a far cry from the two
year curriculum of twenty weeks each,
that existed in 1877. As with students
today; the last two years of training were
made up of clinical rotations done at
surrounding hospitals. Since there was
no official University Hospital, Loyola
used many different hospitals during the
various eras of its medical program.
Some of the hospitals used from 1917 to
1936 included Willard, Columbus, Alex-
ian, Oak Park, Mesercordia, and seem-
ingly any hospital that had "Saint" as its
first name. Cook County and Mercy were
the main hospitals for clinical rotations.
Cook County, located across the street,
was a nationally famous hospital offering
an excellent faculty and patient popula-
tion. Loyola students started using Cook
in 1930, and would continue to use it into
the late 70's. Mercy Hospital, the oldest
hospital in the Midwest, was founded in
1850. This hospital had been strongly
affiliated with Loyola since 1919, and in
1937, Mercy became the University
Hospital of Loyola (the equivalent of the
relationship between Stritch and Foster
McGaw Hospital today.)
From the late 20's to the late 40's
and beyond, funding was the biggest
obstacle Loyola faced. The buildings
were too small, so in 1925 they were
enlarged with a common facade uniting
the three buildings that had been CCMS.
This was a patchwork job because finan-
cial problems prevented proper im-
provements. By the end of the 1940's the
financial situation had gotten so bad that
the suggestion was made for the school
of medicine to be closed.
This was when Cardinal Stritch
came on the scene. He was approached
on these matters for two reasons: the first
was that he had long been committed to
the idea of a Catholic medical center to
serve the people of Chicago; the other
was that he was known to be particularly
adept at raising funds. The Cardinal
became invaluable to the continuation of
the Loyola School of Medicine. He
offered monetary support, lent his name
to an annual fundraising dinner, acted as
mediator between Mercy Hospital and
Loyola University. But most important-
ly, Samuel Stritch was a major propo-
nent of building a new medical school for
Loyola since the old facilities were
quickly becoming outdated. In 1948, the
name of the medical school was changed
to "Loyola University Stritch School of
Medicine" because of the tremendous
support which the school received from
the Cardinal.
During the 1950's, the Sisters of
Mercy announced their intention to
build a new Mercy Hospital along South
Lake Shore Drive. Because of Mercy's
affiliation with the Stritch School of
Medicine, it seemed suitable to explore
the possibility that the new school of
medicine might locate adjacent to the
new Mercy Hospital, and this hospital
would become the principal teaching
hospital for the school. Thus began a
lengthy series of negotiations in which
Mercy and Loyola-Stritch tried to work
out details acceptable to both sides in
making this cooperation a reality. After
several years of discussion, negotiations
ceased with the major area of difference
being control of the clinical departments
within the hospital. In essence, the
discussion seems to have been the classic
struggle between community hospitals
and their academic affiliates.
In May of 1959, Mercy Hospital and
Loyola University announced that the
two institutions would expand separate-
ly. Mercy would build a new hospital on
their present site. Loyola would look for
a new location to expand since the
accrediting association had determined
Stritch's facilities and equipment to be
inadequate for the needs of medical
education. By 1962 the 43 year collabora-
tion between Mercy and Loyola had
come to an end.
Loyola purchased nine acres of
property in Skokie in 1958 with the
intent to build a 350 bed hospital and
medical school on the site. There were
several problems with this plan. First,
the land needed to be annexed by
Chicago to obtain city services. The
bigger obstacle was the surrounding
neighborhood, which felt the medical
center would change the character of the
community. In the end, Skokie sued,
forcing Loyola to sell its property, but at
a 1.7 million dollar profit. Meanwhile,
Hines V.A. Hospital was planning to
surplus some of its lands because it
planned a high-rise replacement of its
barrack-style hospital. A study commis-
sioned by Loyola determined this to be
an ideal location, stating that it would
become the geographic population cen-
ter for metropolitan Chicago. There was
,also sufficient land (62 acres), and the
large patient population of Hines V.A.
nearby. Loyola purchased the land in
1961 for a price of one dollar. This
Surgery in 1920; Photo taken from student's seat in amphitheater/classroom
acquisition was challenged by a Protes-
tant organization that objected to the
sale of government land to a Catholic
institution. Still, Loyola pursued the
project.
By 1961 Loyola had already begun
what was to be a complete medical
center, not just a hospital and medical
school. The dental school needed new
facilities and would also be located on
the new property. There were other
buildings planned for the medical center
including a motel for families of patients,
dormitories and apartments for stu-
dents, and an education center. Due to
financial and construction problems
these buildings were never built. The
hospital capacity was to be increased to
451 beds from the 350 planned at the
Skokie site. Ground was broken for
construction in 1965. The medical school
was opened on the new campus in 1967
using building 116 (near our anatomy
labs). The new medical school facilities
attached to the north end of the hospital
were functioning by 1968.
The early 60's were a convenient
time for Loyola to expand its medical
programs and buildings. Sputnik was
still fresh in the mind of the government,
which felt that the U.S. was slipping in
its scientific technology. The govern-
ment's response to this was to offer
grants for upgrading the nation's univer-
sities. There was also felt to be a doctor
shortage at this time, to the extent that
foreign doctors were being imported to
meet the U.S. demand. So legislation was
passed appropriating money to expand
the nation's medical training facilities.
The goverment's support as well as the
financial support of alumni and faculty
helped pay for the new medical center.
The new hospital was not without its
growing pains. Construction delays
forced the cost of the project to rise from
21 to 35 million before any ground was
even broken. There was some doubt that
the project should continue with these
substantial increases. Hines was slow
vacating its barracks at the center of the
property where the hospital and school
were to be built. And in order to avoid
further construction costs brought on by
delay, construction was begun on the
north end of the campus where the first
buildings were released by Hines. The
dental school is presently located where
the hospital was originally going to be
built. After the hospital was open, some
faults in the design and construction
appeared. Examples of these flaws were
leaks, an obscurely located front en-
Anatomy Lab
trance, shortage of elevators and an E.R.
that cut off entrance to the hospital from
the west. Also, the original planners
could never have imagined the rapid
growth in the number of patients, and
the subsequent need for larger facilities.
Cardiovascular surgery was so successful
that they occupied all the MICU beds as
well as all the SICU beds on the second
floor. Eventually the MICU had to be
moved to makeshift facilities on the
seventh floor. The hospital doors were
opened in May of 1969, one year late. On
its first day, Loyola had only two pa-
tients, eight full time medicine faculty,
and no house officers. The administra-
tion consisted of an acting dean, acting
chief of staff, acting vice-president, and
a newly arrived hospital director. Dean
Barbato, a medical student at the time,
was one of the hospital's first patients.
After three months, the average daily
census was 40, and the hospital was
losing $15,000 a day. The Stritch School
of Medicine persisted through these lean
years, and only became fully self-sup-
ported in 1974.
The "new" medical school would go
through many changes between opening
in 1967 and the present. The size of its
class would enlarge by almost 50% to
120. The percent of women enrolled in
Stritch would rise from about 5% in the
50's to 30% in the 70's and 40% by the
mid-80's. 1972 marked the first year of
a new three year curriculum (Loyola did
have a three year course of study during
WW II, but changed back to a four year
school at the end of the war.) This change
from four to three years was prompted
by the federal goverment, because there
was felt to be a doctor shortage. The
government motivated medical schools
to go to a three year program by cutting
the federal capitation grant, which subsi-
dized the cost of educating students,
from four years per student to three
years. Thirty-two medical schools con-
verted to three year programs. By 1980,
Loyola had returned to a four year
curriculum, as had all other schools with
three-year programs. The three year
program proved to be too strenuous, with
courses crammed together, limited free
time, and graduates who were poorly
prepared for internship. 1979 was the
last year students were admitted to
Stritch for the three year program. With
the return of a fourth year in 1980, came
additional courses in ethics, statistics,
and emergency medicine. The majority
of clinical rotations from the mid-70's to
present were done at Hines V.A. and
Loyola. The relationship between the
two hospitals became tighter as more
Loyola faculty became part of Hines'
staff, and many of the residency pro-
grams merged (i.e. surgery, pathology,
psychiatry). St. Francis, Resurrection,
and Mercy also continued to offer rota-
tions for Stritch students during these
years.
After construction of the hospital
and medical school were completed, the
medical center continued to grow. This
growth was mainly a response to in-
creased utilization of the facilities. Along
with the rapidly expanding population in
the western suburbs came the increased
need for a west side medical center. Also,
with easy access from two expressways,
Loyola Medical Center was convenient
to reach for patients throughout Chica-
goland. After several years of providing
quality care, Loyola had begun to devel-
op a reputation for its high standards,
and offered the latest in medical treat-
ment. This increased the demand on
Loyola from both the Chicago communi-
ty and the nation. The Burke outpatient
facility (located at the north end of the
hospital on the first floor) was so over-
crowded by the influx of new patients
that it could not function properly.
Construction was begun in 1980 for a
new outpatient center on the south end
of campus. Also, a new surgical wing was
underway by 1983 (see page 21). Build-
ing 54 was remodeled into offices in 1985
to accommodate the growing staff, and
a much needed bookstore was built the
same year.
The Jesuit goal of providing quality
education has been well met in Loyola
University Stritch School of Medicine's
77 year history. The medical school has
graduated over 6,500 physicians (4500
are living today.) The future of Loyola
University Medical center appears
bright. While most hospitals in the
country are reducing capacity, Loyola is
rapidly expanding. Already planned for
this year is an MRI facility between the
dental school and the outpatient center.
With the success of the cardiac trans-
plant program, a new wing will be added
to the third floor to make room for a
special transplant intensive care unit.
Loyola is also looking into the possibili-
ties of a new heliport, cancer research
building, a new MICU, and expanding
the medical school to three floors. In
addition to improvements in its physical
plant, Loyola will be developing its
academic programs. The bone marrow
transplant program will be in action
shortly. Research will be stressed in an
effort to bring its level of quality up to
that of the clinicians and academic
physicians graduating from Stritch. As
Loyola achieves greater national recog-
nition, vacancies in department chair-
manships are sought by more renowned
physicians and scientists. The success of
Loyola's graduates and the Jesuit tradi-
tion of education are an excellent foun-
dation for the future of the Stritch
School of Medicine.
1 -Hospital
2-Medical Science Building
3-Doctors Office Building
4-Motel
5-Institute of Medical Ethics and Religion
The Maywood Campus as it was originally planned before
construction began. See text for details.
6-Research Institute
7-Institute for Medical Missions
8-Student Dormitory
9-Interns Quarters
10-Nurses Home
11-Institute for the Study of Mind, Drugs and Behavior
History of Stritch 13
Raymond Baumhart S.J., President
Richard A. Matre Ph.D., Provost
1
Anthony Barbato M.D.,
Executive Dean
John Tobin M.D., Dean
14
Robert G. Frazier, M.D.,
Senior Associate Dean
Roland R. Cross, M.D., Associ-
ate Dean for Admissions
Daniel A. Burr, Ph.D., Director
of Admissions
Allan Streeter, Director of
Alumni Relations
Michael L. Rainey, Ph.D., Asso-
"■ate Dean for Student Affairs
Teresa J. Wronski, B.S., Assis-
tant Dean for Student and Aca-
demic Affairs
15
Faith W. Lavelle, Ph.D.,
Anatomy
Richard M. Schultz, Ph.D.,
Biochemistry
Roque Pifarre, M.D.,
Cardiovascular Surgery
Rolf M. Gunnar, M.D.,
Medicine
Harold J. Blumenthal,
Ph.D., Microbiology
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Gastone G. Celesia, M.D.,
Neurology
Paul G. Tomich, M.D.,
Obstetrics & Gynecology
James E. McDonald, M.D.,
Ophthalmology
Wilton H. Bunch, M.D.,
Ph.D., Orthopedics
16
Gregory Matz, M.D.,
Otolaryngology
Edward W. Bermes, Ph.D.
Pathology
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Robert deVito, M.D.,
Psychiatry
Leon Love, M.D., Radiology
Robert J. Freeark, M.D.,
Surgery
John R. Canning, M.D.,
Urology
Thanks also to those department T. K. Rao, M.D., Anaesthesiology
chairmen whose portraits were not Walter S. Wood, M.D., Community/Family Medicine
available: David C. Thomasma, Ph.D., Medical Humanities n
Renee Koke — Bacchi, Registration and Records
"A check for how much?" Gerry Coates, Bursar
The Shuttle Crew
18 People of Loyola
James Whitehead, Dean of Students
Ruth Schmitt and Kay Rasmussen, Dept. of Medicine
Fr. John Fahey, Campus Ministry
Foster G. McGaw Hospital
How well do you know Loyola?
by Mary Pat Tierney
1. When did LUMC first open?
2. How much did it cost?
3. How much does the new wing cost?
4. When is the new wing supposed to open?
5. Currently, how many beds are there at LUMC?
6. What's the cost per night of a semi-private room?
7. Of a private room?
8. Cost per night of an intermediate care bed?
9. Cost per night of an ICU bed?
10. What is the #1 surgery at LUMC?
11. What is the cost, including hospitalization and physicans fees, for a two-vessel
CABG?
12. How many CBC's are done per day?
13. The average age of the in-service hospital volunteers?
14. How many hours were clocked by in-service hospital volunteers in 1985?
15. How many doughnuts are sold per day in the cafeteria?
16. How many bran muffins?
17. What are the four favorite meals sold in the cafeteria?
18. How many people (including children) were seen in the LUMC E.R. in 1985?
19. Of those seen in the E.R., how many were admitted?
20. What is the current library periodical subscription?
21. How many literature searches were done via library staff in 1985?
22. How much does a colonoscopy cost?
23. How many inpatients were there in LUMC in 1985?
24. How many outpatients were seen at LUMC in 1985?
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Birth of a Building
In a medical climate where many hospitals have begun to
sweat under the heat of DRG's and other financial stresses —
being forced in some cases to close entire wards or cut inpatient
services, LUMC emerges as a glaring exception. The growing
momentum Loyola's reputation has enjoyed in recent years has
helped through plans for the long-awaited "surgical wing" to the
south of Foster McGaw Hospital. While groundbreaking actually
took place in October of 1983, bitter winters, unforseen construc-
tion difficulties, and other factors have delayed completion of the
expansion.
While the addition is referred to in local vernacular as "the
surgical wing," many various departments and services will make
the building their home. Such departments include Medical
Records, Diagnostic Radiology, Pharmacy, Respiratory Therapy,
and Cardiographies. The building will also house a new Cardiac
Catheterization Lab, the Nuclear Medicine in vivo lab, Surgical
Pathology, and other departments.
While design of the facility has placed emphasis on prepared-
ness for future growth and development of ancillary services, the
primary thrust behind the present expansion has always been
"modernization of surgery and intenstive care." The building will
include 16 operating rooms, a 50-bed neonatal care unit, and two
Surgical Intensive Care units of 24 and 16 beds each. As the new
wing was designed to "modernize" the care available to Loyola
rather than to increase patient-care volume, these new units only
slightly enlarge the bed-capacity of Loyola.
The facility is comprised of 9 levels, two of which are below
ground. Construction is scheduled to be complete in November
1986 but the moving departments are not expected to be situated
until February of 1987.
Where we learned 21
Write an order, and you write it to yourself, because you are the only one who will look at
the order sheet. Whether it was Surgery, Psych, Neurology, or Medicine I or II, Hines was
a nightmare of busywork, inefficient labs, and cigarette smoke — but full of those unforgettable
characters we called "the Vets."
St. Francis, Loyola's north-
ern branch, was home to
Surgery, Medicine I & II,
and Ob-Gyne clerks. A few
tid-bits to remember (or
forget): Plunkett Hall, great
cafeteria food, Plunkett
Hall cockroaches, Lois, 5-
North blood draws, the best
nurses, commuting, pa-
tients 65 and over (way
over), and the dreaded OB
clinic.
Five minutes from McCormick Place by foot and a fortune
cookie's throw from Chinatown, Mercy Hospital can be
remembered for a good cafeteria, busy clinics, and U. of I.
students. Both Ob-Gyne and Pediatrics clerks had plenty of
first-hand experience with newborn patients.
22
On July 30, 1982, it began. 130 people — previously
unknown to each other for the most part — were drawn
together and named the Loyola University Stritch School of
Medicine Class of 1986. Having emerged from among 5,656
AMCAS applications, it was a diverse group. Ages spanned
from 20 to 33. 18 members were married. 3 members were
parents. 34 were female (26%), and 96 male. 51 were not
residents of Illinois, hailing from 13 different states (25 from
California alone). They represented 63 different undergraduate
institutions. 15 had graduated from Loyola, 10 from Notre
Dame, 7 from U of I, and 5 from Northwestern. 109 had been
Science majors, 54 of whom had majored in Biology. The next
most common major was Chemistry (12) followed by psycholo-
gy (8). 2 had earned engineering degrees. 10 had gone on to earn
M.S. degrees. Three of those students entering med school that
day were doctors already of the Ph.D. variety.
The two days of Orientation were filled with welcoming
speeches, introductions, a panel discussion with upperclass-
men, and distribution of pamphlets and folders, most of which
— it is believed — have yet to be read. The orientation schedule
was peppered with many social breaks for coffee & doughnuts,
a picnic where the bookstore now stands, and a pizza and beer
party in the Pub. As an encouraging reminder that actual
human beings and patient care await us as the reason we were
about to submerge ourselves in basic science, a lively lecture
on Seizure Disorders was delivered on the second day with a
patient as an invited guest.
It wasn't long, however, before those 130 people had begun
to become very familiar with each other as they quickly
developed a tendency toward herd movement: That first
lecture in Gross Anatomy early Monday morning, a mass
migration to the cadaver lab (with a stop-off at the cafeteria
CURRICULUM
First Semester
for a doughnut), a return stampede to the lower level lockers
(to the chagrin of the switchboard operators and parking
department who, from that day until Christmas would grow
well-accustomed to the aroma of phenol and formalin), and so
to lunch, more lectures, and more labs.
The class immediately became very responsive to the
advice given by those ahead of us at Stritch: "Live it up now
— it only gets harder." Soon, those 130 people began to grow
to know each other not simply as classmates in room 2706, or
as lab partners, but as friends over for dinner, drinking buddies
on Rush Street, white water rafting partners in Wisconsin, true
confidants over coffee and and a snickers bar at 3:00 a.m. in
the wet-labs, or simply as fellow adventurers to Golda's for
lunch or to the Brookfield Zoo during Embryology lecture.
Gross Anatomy
Histology
Biochemistry
Second Semester
Neuroscience
Physiology
Biostatistics
Medical Ethics
Freshman Year president Marshall
Steel addresses the class in mellow-
speak.
24 The First Year
MDL Life
"I could have sworn postsynaptic GABA agonists inhibited
chloride transport!"
Roman tries to make sense of today's Far Side.
Whether it was a primary study spot or simply a place to keep
emergency Pop Tarts, the MDL was central to the life of the first-
year student. A less intense alternative to the library, one could
work there without silent isolation. MDL's (multidisciplinary labs),
where each student was given a desk and several lockable drawers
and cabinets, were the site of almost any activity from histology
lab to post-test parties to late night rap sessions.
The First Year 25
As exciting and full as the first year was, a simple truth
remained: we studied a lot. A whole lot. And in so doing
developed as many different styles of studying as there
were members of the class. There were the rare few who
maintained a steady, even pace; but it always seemed
that the library was a deserted wasteland the first week
or two following a round of tests, whose inhabitants
gradually and grudgingly trickled back the nearer tests
became. By the last week or two before a test block, it
was about as easy to find an empty seat in the library
as it had been to find a taken one when tests were over.
There were the home-studiers, the MDL/Wet-Lab
residents, even those who preferred community libraries
or Rosary and Elmhurst colleges. Many students
seemed to rotate their sites of study: the open-table
approach early in the unit where what one lacked in
solitude, one gained in "scoping;" the study-carrel
approach as the unit progressed where concentration
was enhanced with help or a lended coop not far away;
and the pre-test descent into the dungeon (otherwise
known as the stacks) when hopelessness had finally
become evident.
And it was during those final, tenser days when we began
to hear the names of new students being paged overhead
to the library telephone: Billy Rubin, Sue Demonis, and
others unfit for publication.
Dave reviews development of the chorion frondosum.
Above: Bob runs through the urea cycle once more.
Below: Byung Ho Yu meditates in the wet labs.
Joan examines the inner aspect of her upper eyelids
"Oh Oh Oh, To Touch And Feel A Girl's. . .A Girl's.
. .lets's see now. . .
"Let's see. I've got it narrowed down to either
'1,2, and 3' or '4 only'."
When tests were still comfortably far off, class members
found time to explore their new surroundings. Escapism took
many forms, from submerging into downtown museums,
safaris into the Tropical Rain Forest of the Brookfield Zoo,
or simply venting frustrations playing "Whack-a-Mole" at
Great America.
28
Marshall directs traffic at an auditorium party
Paul, Kaveh, and Matt at the AMSA convention in
Cleveland
Diane, Steve, and Al console a fellow
bowler after an untimely gutterball
The final episode of M*A*S*H provided the opportunity for a MASH BASH and some very
memorable chili
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Moved with sentiment after several flagons of ale
at King's Manor, Carl proposes to Frank
"The Ending," better known as "The ding," was a favorite
place to dance, shoot pool, or simply tip a few at regular
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meetings of the Thursday Night Club
Dr. Thomasma contemplates softball ethics with a cool one y^ -
"Look Mom!. . . No I { JP
hands!"--Dr. Lipsius
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"This will teach you to skip my
lectures"--Dr. Webber
Birds of a feather flock together
The first year ended as it had begun, on a sunny summer
day. Suffering from combat fatigue at the end of finals,
class members gathered at Miller Meadow immediately
after the physiology exam to seek revenge on that
department in softball. With the genuine thrill of victory,
we smiled, knowing finally that we had made it: we would
survive. The score of the game was 16-10, but in the mind
of each of these brand new sophomores, only one thing
mattered: It was one down and three to go.
30 The First Year
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Fatigue was obvious the morning of the last exam
CURRICULUM
First Semester
Microbiology
Pharmacology
Pathology
Second Semester
Organ Systems
Physical Diagnosis
Community Medicine
It has been said of the sophomore year that it "Enters like a lion,
leaves like a lion;" and we soon learned that there seemed to be some
truth to that description. By the time sophomore year began, six of our
original number had already left the class. By year's end, another nine
would follow. While these departures occurred for a wide variety of
reasons, this was the period of greatest attrition.
In the first semester, we faced Microbiology, Pharmacology, and
Pathology. Because each of these disciplines required a hefty amount
of sheer rote memorizing, buffered by considerably less hands-on lab
time than the previous year had been, this may well have been our most
grueling semester. With the novelty of being a medical student long
worn away, our last youthful summer already behind us, clinical
clerkships still in the very distant future, and the "National Medical
Board Exam, Part I" looming ominously on the horizon, it was
frequently as much a challenge to keep a positive attitude as it was to
keep up on the work.
But lecture by lecture, page by page, co-op by endless co-op, that
which lay before us was gradually pushed behind, and the light at the
end of the Basic Science tunnel grew brighter: We actually met those
"patients" we kept hearing about. We didn't manage them. We didn't
even follow them. But we asked 90-year-olds if they'd had all their
childhood immunizations; and we percussed the diaphragmatic excur-
sion.
m
This taste of clinical medicine was one of several things that made
the second semester come as a breath of moderately fresher air. The
Organ Systems course presented more integrated or conceptual
material than we had yet enjoyed, much of which was review of first
year material. The preparation for Casino Night functioned as
indulgent diversion into entirely nonmedical pursuits.
And somehow, the entire element of social life began to manifest
a pervasive realization that this was the end of an era; this was the last
time we might easily round up a group of friends-or go out
spontaneously in the middle of the week able to end up partying into
the wee hours without concern for clinical obligations awaiting at 6:00
A.M. As if to soak up the final weeks of youthful freedom, class members
seemed to pour it on in the extracurricular department. Soon, however,
our final finals were upon us, followed by numerous "1/2 M.D." parties.
When the festivities had died down and the recovery period which
followed each push for finals was fulfilled, it was time for one more rally:
To again pick up that stack of review books, Stanley Kaplan notes, co-
ops, or whatever method one had chosen, and to lean an earnest
shoulder to the Board Exam grindstone. (Continued on page 40)
32 The Second Year
by Carl Coppola
I had the unique experience of organizing
and administering the cooperative note-taking
system during the Basic Science years of medical
school. It was frustrating at times, but fun to do,
and it was a great experience in management
overall.
Our goal was to provide notes taken on each
lecture that were accurate and prompt. Being
able to put trust in these goals allowed coop
members to actually pay attention to the lecturer
and accompanying visual aids, think about what
was being said, or even ask questions. This
seemed more beneficial than to become so busy
feverishly transcribing the lecture that one
couldn't even think. It also ensured a member
complete notes on all lectures, even if that lecture
happened to have been missed for one reason or
another. After all, periodic conflicting obliga-
tions such as sleep, golf, travel, or even library
study inevitably arose. For the most part, we
achieved these goals, improving the service
greatly in the second year.
Each member of the coop contributed
directly, either as a note-taker, printer, collater,
or distributor. Schedules were established for
each task on a rotating basis.
As freshmen, we did our own printing on an
antiquated mimeograph machine which proved
to be sloppy and tedious. Once in a while, the
complaint arose that a note-taker had done a
poor job. If most members felt similarly, the coop
was rewritten by its original author. Fortunately,
this was rare.
The system proved to be much more successful in the sophomore year.
We contracted all printing to the print shop which made life much easier.
We adopted a standard letterhead by Mark Gillis which added a nice touch,
note-takers were more experienced, and copies were clearer. It sometimes
seemed that the best part of coop membership was reading the jokes,
comments, cartoons, or personal philosophy that most authors interjected.
Based on an enrollment of about 110 members per year, the number
of lectures, and average number of pages, it is estimated that in two years
we generated 330,000 sheets of paper! This is equal to 214,277 square feet,
or the area of nearly four football fields. If you were to line up your coops
end to end, they would extend 30,250 feet--or 5.7 miles. That's a lot of coops!
How much of that material do you think you remember?
"Boy, this collating sure beats heck out of taking notes!
"Hey--really! My shoes are stuck!
Old Style--Breakfast of Champions
Dave seems optimistic about his chances in the
water balloon toss.
Paul Rudy awaits the serve.
34 The Second Year
"Hey, I like being in charge of the kegs"
Transient cerebellar dysfunction eliminates Paul from the water
balloon contest
"You know, Glen, I'm not
sure it was such a good
idea using beer instead of
lighter fluid."
The Second Year 35
by Tony Gregg
Hunger Week was born on Loyola's Lake Shore Campus
in 1973. The director of campus ministry on the Lake Shore,
Maureen Fechtmann, nurtured it to include all Loyola
campuses, but we in Maywood had yet to respond. We had
two Goals: 1) to raise consciousness about world hunger, and
2) to raise money that would be hand carried to areas of the
world less fortunate than ours.
Jim Whitehead and Mike Lambesis of the Dean of
Students' Office supplied encouragement, and offered to
defray preliminary expenses. We acquired videotapes with
facts about world hunger and the world's food chain which
dramatized the magnitude of the problem. At that point the
limiting factor became manpower. That's when the Class of
'86 came in. We made collosal posters and commenced to send
our message to the medical center. Remember the posters
that strategically curbed appetites near the pub?
Class members at key locations disseminated Hoops For
Hunger pledge forms. Most of us asked, Greg demanded, and
Tina and Lise Anne politely distracted people for donations.
We sold buttons and collected canned goods for the food
drive. The week culminated with the Hoops For Hunger
event.
Tony, Teresa and Tom kept the gym posted as the results
flowed in.
Dave feeds basketballs to John as
fast as he can shoot them.
The gym was full of sponsored free-throw shooters and
workers. Our class, the freshmen, the graduate school, and
Loyola employees had three minutes to shoot as many
baskets as possible. Some people couldn't miss, while others
couldn't seem to connect (we know who we are). The number
of baskets made ranged from 5 to 61. When the fun ended,
we had raised over $3,000 in pledges and later collected 100%
of that amount. This was in addition to other donations at
the videotape tables. The money and food was distributed
in conjunction with funds from the other campuses to
missions overseas and to local soup kitchens. The unique
facet of this distribution is that the money was hand delivered
by Loyola's own people who work among the hungry--not by
bureaucrats.
The Stritch Class of 1986 has much to be proud of. One
of our most philanthropic efforts took place one week before
Thanksgiving, as we trudged through our toughest semester.
You may also be proud of the fact that the event, which our
class brought to the Maywood campus, has taken a firm hold:
November of 1986 marked Hunger Week's third straight
successful year.
Physical Diagnosis
Dr. Taylor:
"It was my second physical. My preceptor was
an oncologist. The patient looked, oh, I'd say
about 300 years old. He couldn't give a history,
so I began the exam. It went pretty well, I guess,
until step #34: Auscultation of the lungs. He
just plain stopped breathing. Permanently.
Dr. Browne:
"Before examining her breasts the patient said
'Wait a minute, how old are you?'"
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"I hate this. I always forget #48."
Dr. Brutacao:
"I started asking the history. (I knew nothing about the guy.) He
answered ' Yeh; Yeh; Yeh;' to all of my questions. It wasn't until later
that I learned he was aphasic"
Anonymous M.D.:
"It was my first rectal--on an older fat woman. I introduced my
finger when she said, 'Honey, I'm not complaining, but I think you're
in the wrong one.'"
Dr. Wren:
"This is the truth. I asked him what brought him to the hospital
and he said 'an ambulance'."
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Let's see, did he say his great-grandfather
had scarlet fever or rheumatic fever?
Dr. Doornik:
"When I asked what her hysterectomy was for,
she mumbled 'fibroids'. I asked 'Five boys?' She
said, 'No, fibroids'. My only comeback was
'Well, I guess they're both good reasons.'"
Anonymous M.D.:
"My first patient was in the ICU. He had
fulminant psoriasis. He was an alcoholic with
both upper and lower GI bleeding, and was
vomiting blood throughout the entire H & P. I
was a little intimidated."
The Second Year 37
St. Lukes Night— an annual semi-formal dinner with skits,
"" awards, and lots of door prizes.
38
Joe, Pete, and Marshall quaff a few watching Maywood Park harness
races on one of several field trips sponsored by RAMA.
39
If asked to cite the four biggest days
around which life temporarily revolved
in the trek through medical school,
acceptance letter day, Boards Part I,
Match Day, and Graduation usually
come to mind. On June 13, 1984, the only
one of those events that loomed as a
haunting black cloud had finally been
blown away. With a sigh of proud relief
and a certain amount of excitement with
what was next to come, we smiled into
that new summer sun and savored a
simple thought: We were half way there.
Before the long-awaited "Final Final" of
our Basic Science years, Pete announces
details of the "1/2 M.D." picnic.
Release of academic tensions took many forms.
Following the last exam of Sophomore
Year, we assembled for the taking of this
photo--and what would be the last time
we'd be together in this number until
Match Day or even Graduation. The
traditional "say cheese" wasn't neces-
sary as laughter was supplied by two
test-punchy freshmen who mooned the
captive audience at the moment this shot
was taken. Note the facial expressions.
40 The Second Year
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Noontime and the beds are all taken. Again.
"Imagine! Greater bioavailability at lower cost! That's fascinating!
Can I have another slice of pizza?"
We were all pretty excited to get onto the wards — a good thing, since
"summer" only lasted three weeeks. But for the first time, we were not
all returning to the same setting or circumstances. For some, the clinical
years began gently, with Psychiatry or even an elective. Others began with
a trial-by-fire on, say, Dr. Pickleman's Surgery service or Loyola
Cardiology. There were even a few whose first day on the floors grew to
include their first night, as they found theirs to be the first name on the
call schedule.
However our rotations tracked out, we had plenty to adjust to — and
fast. It was challenging enough just to figure out what was happening with
all the patients, much less to keep read-up on the underlying academics.
But to make matters worse, we had more important things to learn: How
to do an H & P in less than four hours; the seven different places nurses
hide their clipboards; how to find an x-ray; how to get a radiologist to
pay attention to you once you find the film; how to sign your interns name;
where not to sit in the nursing station, and so on. With everything so new
all at once, it was difficult not to give in to sensory overload. In an
environment of nurse hostility at every turn, attending rounds before you
were ready, a new patient in the ER, and an appointment with your case
checker at a time when you still didn't even know where the bathrooms
were, it wasn't difficult to be humble. "Didn't you calculate your patients
serum osmolality?" "Ah, no, but I do have the RDW from the CBC..."
Things improved. We got our bearings, learned those stick figures
for lab values, and developed our own systems for following patients and
staying sane. Scut became a second language. IVs, ABGs, foleys, and
blood draws all rapidly progressed from frightening ordeals to trivial
pains-in-the-neck. The intimidation of being "responsible for your
patients" abated somewhat when we found that ours was usually merely
one of three or four separate write-ups and that our exams were usually
double or triple-checked. With the rest of the service running at full-tilt,
patients seemed to appreciate that we were frequently the only ones who
had time to sit down and explain the significance of test results, the plan
of attack, etc. Once in a while, patients even asked for our card for follow-
up in clinic!
42 The Third Year
Even clinical rotations could not interfere with
checking the daily Far Side cartoon.
The ward rotations brought us a step or two
closer to sober reality. It was one thing to read about
melena, but it was quite another to smell it in person.
We experienced sides of the world we might not yet
have known: the victim of brutal child abuse, the end-
stage alcoholic, the 14-year old with PID following
her second abortion, AIDS.
But a few rotations into Junior Year when things
had settled down, while sitting post-call clutching a
styrofoam coffee cup, eating lunch with an on-call
meal ticket, a simple truth about the clinical years
became evident: This was a lot harder.. .but it was a
lot better.
Medicine I
by Ilah Heller-Bair
Medicine I was an experience. As one of the
last students to endure the rotation, I had
already become familiar with progress notes,
venipuncture, IV's, etc., and had a full year's
worth of H&P's under my belt. The frustration
level seemed quite a bit higher in this rotation
than the others: Aching feet on marathon rounds,
the omnipresent "new admission in ready to be
worked up," log books, case-checking, paging
someone three times to cosign a CBC order you
forgot to write yesterday but need now; the hours
wasted waiting for the attending or for a patient
to return from nuclear medicine should have
been spent working on that reading list. And
what a list! Did they really expect us to get
through that with our schedule? Maybe we
should have replaced Biostatistics or Communi-
ty Medicine with Evelyn Wood!
Organization was my only defense. I finally
learned to make up a daily scut list which seemed
to grow longer the more I crossed off. Why was
the only lab sheet I needed the one that was
missing? And why, once I found it, was it so
difficult to find someone to think through the
results with me?
It was a switch. Those names I'd heard of in
P-dog and heard from in Organ Systems now
learned my name. There was no hiding out at the
back of the pack. Everyone knows who the junior
student is, and that's who gets put on the grill
first. Unlike the classroom, no friendly voice two
rows back whispers the answer when you draw
a blank.
And then there was call. Scut-puppy capital.
At least it was only IV's ("How many times did
you try?"), blood draws, etc. The R-l got called
for the tough stuff so I usually got some sleep.
And I got very good at being able to find food in
the wee hours--a skill likely to remain valuable
for years to come.
Medicine. It's what I want to do with the rest
of my life. But there's got to be a better way to
teach it.
"Let's see, I'll need a lavender top, 2 red tops, blue
top, green top, glove, surgilube, hemoccult card,
and, from the looks of his arms, 3 or 4 jelcos. . ."
The Third Year 43
Surgery
by Bob Sulkowski
4:30 AM I can't believe it's time
to get up. The last thing I
remember, it was Sunday after-
noon. A quick shower, two cups
of coffee and off to the hospital.
Where are the stupid computer
sheets with the lab values? Who
took my patients' vital sheets?
There aren't any nurses around.
Oh well, I'll just wing it on
rounds. Better load up my coat
with 4x4s, tape, cotton swabs,
gloves, a couple of irrigation
syringes and might as well toss
an NG tube in my back pocket.
Rounds actually weren't too
bad. The residents knew less
about my patients than I did.
Everybody was pretty stable
except for the two unit players.
Luckily, neither of them are
mine.
6:59 and 48 seconds The doors
at the end of the hall open and
here comes Dr. Pickleman.
Twelve seconds to walk down
the hall and 7:00 teaching
rounds have begun. God, I hope
he doesn't ask me any questions!
I made the mistake of sleeping
last night and the only things I
can remember of the DDx of
RLQ pain are appendicitis and
Mittelschmerz.
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9:00 AM In the OR retracting the liver on the 300 pound
patient with the bad gallbladder. Pickle's letting the
intern do his first cholie. This may take a while, so I'll
just lean back on the retractor and take a nap. I hope I
don't fall into the anesthesiologist.
4:30 PM After two more operations, it's off to M & M to
witness the lively art of conversation. I wonder who's
going to get hung out to dry today? But I'm really here
for another nap and, of course, a doughnut. These are
leftovers from the Korean War. Only Black Holes have
a greater density per cubic centimeter. Two of those are
all I've had for breakfast, lunch, and most likely dinner.
And I don't think I've gone to the bathroom all day!
6:15 PM More rounds, then to work up the admissions.
Thyroid cancer in the family and now she has a lump in
her neck. What? Why do I have to do a rectal exam? Beats
me. Roll over please.
Midnight and I'm on call. Soon
the night nurse will begin to
hang her new IV bags. I'll have
about six new IV's to start in a
matter of minutes.
3:00 AM Why do they always
schedule blood draws at this
time?
4:00 AM Some patient in the
burn unit has a temp of 39.6.
What the heck is that in Fahren-
heit? Who cares? It's too high.
Panculture the guy. There's no
place to draw blood from him.
It's almost 4:30 AM and I'll have
to see my own patients soon.
Therefore, go for the groin.
Blood cultures X 2 sent.
Next Day Now to pre-round
before the residents show up for
service rounds so we can get our
act together before attending
rounds. Three cases today, after-
noon lecture, two admissions,
scut on the floor, labs and X-rays
to check, rounds one more time.
Out of the hospital by 11:00 PM.
Microwave hot dogs for dinner,
my first semi-real food in two
days. I'm too tired to read and
too wired to sleep. Finally, it's
about 1:30 AM. I've been awake
for 45 hours with only a couple
naps, and I've got to start work
in three hours. As I begin to drift
off to sleep, I come to an ironic
realization: I want to be a sur-
geon.
44 The Third Year
Psychiatry
by Jon Seidlin
Ah, 9 AM rounds with Dr. DeVito. What a
trip! I used to think I should get in early to write
notes on all 2 patients I had - and that's where
my bad habits began. What the hell, I've got all
day to write these notes... why come in early?
We had a multiple personality on the service
- a little sodium amytal and Sybil had come to
life before our very eyes. One of my patients had
a paranoia disorder... he believed that he was a
homosexual mass murderer, cornered in his
apartment by a police S.W.A.T. team, ready to
face his own violent death - that's about the time
his poor brother had to drag him into the
hospital. "Homosexuality is evolutionary sui-
cide", he said. Profound beyond measure.
Yes, and then there was Pt. X. The patient
who was singlehandedly responsible for my bad
evaluation. He was able to break down my
defense mechanisms, those mechanisms that
kept me from laughing, that is. I'd like to see your
face if one of your patients took off all his clothes,
flushed them down the toilet, clogging it and
flooding his entire apartment, was found stark
naked in a corner by the cops who had to break
down the door, and, when asked why he did all
this, he said: "The gods were so strong and
powerful, that I had to be in the nude just to stay
alive!" Well, how 'bout it? And if that one didn't
break you, how about this. ...Another patient of
mine had been unemployed for ten years. When
I asked him if he would like to try some simple
work to feel useful again, he replied: "Whaddaya
mean I don't work?! I work very hard keeping the
Chinese people alive with my love!!"
Interviewing a psychiatric patient on rounds
in front of everyone could be quite traumatic. A
fellow student, who shall remain nameless, had
to interview a very hostile schizophrenic woman. After a few
friendly questions the patient suddenly said: "Shut up, just
shut the hell up!" "I feel hostility in your voice", the student
calmly replied. These exchanges continued for what seemed to
be an eternity. When the attending felt the interview was "well
done," he relieved the student by asking the patient to leave
the room and to "stop behaving like a child."
And then there is the matter of the clerkship evaluation.
Mine sounded like a psychoanalytic diagnosis: "A curious,
intellectual student, empathetic with his patients and yet a
rebellious, anti-establishment oriented individual who pos-
sesses leadership qualities that may be directed toward
conformity or revolt." Fortunately that statement was not
forwarded for my Dean's Letter, otherwise I might be looking
for a job in the business world, or perhaps garbage collecting.
The Third Year 45
Pediatrics
by Mike Mihalov
My most vivid recollections of the
Pediatrics clerkship revolve around my
incredible lack of punctuality. Jackie and I
started peds in January just after the
Christmas break and we were scheduled to
be at a meeting with Dr. Gatson at 8 A.M.
At 8:10 A.M., we were ambling down the
fourth floor corridor toward the peds library
when we spotted Dr. Gatson heading toward
us. Since we had never met him before, I was
sure that we could slip past him with my
chances for a positive evaluation still intact.
As we had all but attained safe haven in the
library, he looked us each in the eye and
deadpanned "You're late."
Two weeks later, Eric Bieber and I were
up to bat for Dr. Gatson's relaxing newborn
nursery week, commencing the six days
promptly at 7 A.M. Still working on getting
a glowing evaluation, I awoke on a snowy
Monday morning in Naperville at 7:15 A.M.
An hour later, I moved quickly into the
newborn nursery and found Dr. Gatson
reviewing a chart with Eric (whose smile did
not escape my notice). I stopped just beyond
Dr. Gatson's reach, returned his warm
expression, and acknowledged, "I'm late."
Without an instant's hesitation, he replied,
"I know."
Besides pleasant encounters with Dr.
Gatson, Pediatrics was, for me, an introduc-
tion to the little people— those miniature
patients who hardly wrinkle their bedsheets
and make even the most crusted attendings
smile. And where else but the NICU could
you treat your patient by turning a few dials
or make rounds on all of your patients
without walking more than a dozen steps. All
of these were reasons to go into pediatrics,
but one, for me, remains the most important:
pediatricians don't have to wear ties.
46 The Third Year
Obstetrics/Gynecology
Ob-Gyne demonstrated more strongly
than the other rotations just how powerful that
phrase "I'm a student doctor" could be. Not
only did it get us a ringside seat at The Miracle
of Birth; it allowed us to actively participate
in the process. And what about that first
vaginal exam to assess the progress of labor?
You approach the screaming patient while the
father (Why was the father always a semi-pro
wrestler?) watched your every move. Who were
you — a junior med student still uncertain as to
which orifice was where — to be doing this to
her at such a painful, personal time? You
return to the resident and confidently bluff:
"She's at 2 cm, -1 station, 30^ effaced, in
vertex presentation." The resident suggests
that you may have been palpating stool since
20 minutes earlier she had been 6 cm at -I- 1
station. The sad part is that the resident was
probably right.
Then there was the first delivery. You
stand dressed in sterile garb with hands
clasped anxiously awaiting this Miracle of
Birth staring at the poor woman's perineum
over the attending's shoulder. The attending
steps gracefully to the right just in time for you
to catch 2 liters of amniotic fluid in the chest.
"So that's where the fluid was," he says. At last
the infant begins to crown. A ball of matted
hair (a bezoar?), a forehead, then a face. . .a
little quick suctioning, some gymnastics ap-
plied to the shoulders by the attending, and
voila! A baby named "Bobo" for "The Mauler"
by Dad.
Now you're invited to participate. "Pull on
this cord for a while." Basin in hand, forceps
in the other, you wait 5, then 10, 15 minutes.
Just as you decide to put the basin back on the
table, a "rush of blood" pours onto your shoe
covers (and, inevitably, into your shoes). The
cord lengthens, and you catch the placenta
with a one-handed grab.
The rotation was enjoyable for most of us.
The patients were healthy, happy, and excit-
ed— the husbands forgiving. And after six
weeks we still marvelled at the birthing
process.
by Dave Menapace
The Third Year 47
What did you think of
Clerkships vs. Basic Science?
"I got a lot more sleep in the classroom."
"You can't catch the floors in the coops."
"I felt very ill-prepared for Junior Year."
"If I'd had to do two more years in the
classroom, I would have quit."
"My first thought when I stepped onto
the ward was 'I don't want to be a
doctor.'"
"Once I started clerkships I couldn't
stand to sit down anymore."
"What impressed me the most was the
camraderie among the house-staff."
"Once we hit the floors, Saturday sort of
lost its status as a weekend day."
The Luau party featured live entertainment: "The Natives"
The Natives review the "Pistol Grip" technique
learned in Physical Diagnosis the Preceding year.
48 The Third Year
"Why did I ever tell these guys I was getting married?"
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When our fourth year began, we were med
students. When it ended, we were doctors. Not
"student doctors." Doctors. Real ones. But be-
tween those two endpoints, we were more than
fourth-year med students: we were seniors.
We seemed to see less of each other during
Senior Year than we did at any other time. At least
it seemed that way first semester. With only
Neurology and the Medicine Subinternship as
required rotations, there was a lot of variability to
what we busied ourselves with. But it seemed that
almost everyone spent a healthy amount of time
away from Loyola those first six months. All one
had to do was try to get a group together for a movie
or a party to realize just how not around people
were.
At first it was externships — taking a first-hand
look from the inside at prospective residency sites
(not to mention getting looked at a lot more
personally than in a single interview). Or maybe it
was just a way to spend a month at home one last
time before residency — letting Mom and Dad see
you in your nice white coat. Then it was interviews.
With only 43 rt of the class matching in Illinois, this
made for a lot of traveling (The average number
of interviews was 9.1 costing a mean $892 ranging
from $25 to $3000).
But soon after Christmas people seemed to
trickle back to savor the final stretch together. One
of the first big occasions for partying in the second
semester had nothing to do with med school at all!
Difficult as it was to believe, a Chicago sports team
actually went all the way, mauling the Patriots in
Superbowl XX. (Editor's note: It was Miami who
handed the Bears their only loss.) The Thursday
Night Club which had welcomed in the weekends
during our Basic Science years became the
Wednesday Night Club of Senior Year meeting at
Fio's for quarter beers. There was the wine-tasting
party, and in general a healthy new interest in
calling friends up for get-togethers. Match Day
came and went only adding fuel to the wildfire
epidemic of the "What do I care how I do on this
rotation?" attitude which was sweeping through
the class by mid-March. As one by one the
obstacles between us and graduation (Boards Part
II, Medical Ethics paper, etc.) were knocked down,
life became sweeter.
Most class members seemed able to finish up
academic requirements with several full weeks of
freedom before graduation. And those last few
rotations found a lot of people sweating out the
grueling demands of Ophtho, Derm, Rays, Nuclear
Med, etc. It was in those final weeks when class
members were packing up to move on that we were
able to look back over this Loyola University
Stritch School of Medicine, and view the whole
picture.
It was an interesting place, this Loyola. Where
tuition increased from $9,550 to $11,988 (a 20^
increase compared to 12% for the Consumer Price
Index). Where the average class member went
$40,000 into debt, the deepest being $90,000 (only
23 people did not meet Donna Sobie). Where "the parking situation" progressed
from horrible to inexcusable; but also where the number of cardiac caths and
CABG's increased each year (1750 caths our senior year, including 85 pediatric
cases, and 1164 CABG's — over 1% of the national total!); where over 50 heart
transplants were performed during our stay, the first in March of Sophomore
year. It was the kind of place where one didn't have to look very far to find plenty
to complain about — a lot like anywhere else in the world on that count. But
it was also a place where, after all the little hassles and not-so-little expenses,
a genuinely excellent education was available to those who wanted one. And
it was a place — by all available indications — of which we will only grow prouder
as it continues to earn ever greater local and national respect.
However varied or debateable our impressions of Loyola had been by the
end of Senior Year, there was one point about the Stritch School of Medicine
that seemed more important than all the rest: It was where we became doctors.
"Since you did not adhere precisely to
the rules clearly stated in the elective
catalogue, I'm afraid I can't consider the
problem further."
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"I just love this humanities paper."
52 The Fourth Year
Caffeine: The antidote to post-call de-
pression.
"Give me $50 on Lucky Lady in the seventh. . ."
Notes, notes, and more notes.
Clerkship in Paradise
by Steve Roslansky
For the members of our class who
spent an intramural clerkship at the island
of St. Lucia, medical education took a
radical departure from the traditional
Loyola experience.
St. Lucia is even farther from Loyola
than St. Francis at 14 degrees N. Lat, 61
degrees Long, in the West Indies, just south
of Martinique. This tropical island is a
mere 27 miles X 14 miles with a population
of 120,000. St. Jude Hospital in the south-
ern part of the island is home for Loyola
students. St. Jude's is a 110-bed private
hospital run by the Sisters of the Sorrowful
Mother. Built during WWII, it is a two-
story lime-green stucco building which sits
on a hilltop overlooking the ocean. It is
primitive by U.S. standards, but adequate
in its third world setting. It is staffed by
local residents and a continuously changing
staff of western volunteers (U.S., Euro-
pean, and Canadian) as physicians, nurses,
dentists, midwives, and lab specialists.
Several volunteers have more established
roles such as Dr./Sister Cataldi, a general
surgeon and Sister of the Sorrowful Moth-
er.
When I stepped off the plane, I knew
I was in paradise. The tropical air was
humid and 80 degrees F. at 11:00 PM with
swaying palm trees surrounding the airfield
and mountains in the distant background.
As the customs agent stamped my passport
and 5-week visa, the thick British accents
and Patois (the local French dialect) all
around me were the first indications that
this culture would be unlike anything I had
ever experienced before. My next surprise,
on the drive to the hospital, (after adjusting
to the fact that the steering wheel was on
the wrong side of the car) was the sight of
a Heineken Brewery less than 1000 meters
from the hospital.
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We found that waiting for the showers to warm up
was in vain; they don't. Students are usually on the
Medicine, Peds, or Surgery service with an attending.
After morning rounds at 6:30 or 7:00 and breakfast in
the cafeteria, all students work in the outpatient clinic.
Call is every fourth night, and the ER is covered by the
student with an attending on back-up.
We naturally encountered our share of routine
URI's, gastroenteritis, meningitis, and septic work-ups
in Pediatrics; and DM, CHF, and Hypertension in
Medicine, but the parasitic infections, typhoid fever,
schistosomiasis, paraquat poisoning, and other unusual
surprises kept us on our toes. Specialized surgical cases
were referred to the visiting surgeons. We, however,
became proficient in ER suturing due to the many
machete injuries which occur there. Diagnostic lab work
was extremely limited, as was the pharmacy formulary.
One frequently had to check whether or not a given drug
or lab test was available before ordering it.
When not on call, the afternoons were spent
exploring. Lone Tree beach was 2 miles from the
hospital. It is a mile-long white sand bejch lined with
palm trees. A "transport" could take you to the beach
for one East Caribbean dollar (40 cents U.S.) or you
could walk down the meandering 2-lane road past
grazing goats, cows, and pigs. Lone Tree beach was
excellent for jogging, strolls, body surfing, wind surfing
or a mile swim out to two small offshore islands. These
islands had excellent snorkeling reefs and exotic lizards
and birds. The reefs teemed with squid, needle-nose
fish, and an occasional small reef shark. The sky would
change complexion rapidly from a torrential downpour
to broken clouds in minutes. The sea would change from
purple to lavender to turquoise to aquamarine.
The more ambitious hiked the Pitons (2000 ft.
peaks with very steep trails and beautiful fauna),
traveled to Anse la Raye (a scuba diving resort with a
pleasant outdoor bar/restaurant and orgasmic blueber-
ry cheesecake), and explored other towns or beaches.
Honeymoon Beach was a particularly excellent surf
spot. I had brought a board and was able to enjoy perfect
waves by myself. I even showed local Rastafarians how
to paddle out and they took to it very naturally. Many
an afternoon were spent talking with local fishermen,
workers and children about the island and the culture.
At night the local hangout is Kupfey's, a tavern in
someone's home. 100 meters from the hospital, one
could sip on an ice-cold Heineken or rum and coke and
listen or dance to local Raggae tunes. The rotation
passed much too rapidly and before we knew it, it was
time to head back to Maywood. St. Lucia was an
incredibly rewarding experience medically, physically,
culturally, and socially. It was the highlight of my
medical school career.
Was that a coffee break from Radiology, or a
coffee break with some radiology? It's all the
same for Blaise, Henry, and George.
A common sight upon returning from an extramu-
ral elective or two.
Ever wonder who this
guy "Moe Bearcat" is
that gets paged over-
head stat to ext. 3730
about 100 times a
day? This, is he. He
works in housekeep-
ing. He's also the guy
who owns the pink
cadillac in the parking
lot.
Chris, Dan, Dave, and Greg strug
gle through Club Nuclear Med
As Time Goes By.
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First Day
Last Day
First Year
Last Day
Second Year
Last Day
Third Year
Graduation
Day
Original Members
131
125
116
112
112
Married or Engaged
19
23
42
51
69
Children/Fetuses
6
7
10
15
23
Presidential Memoirs
Trying to draw our four years at Loyola-Stritch into concise
form is an impossible task. This brief review is not designed to
chronicle all that has happened during our four years of medical
school; instead, I hope that reading this review will provoke
memories of our time spent at Loyola.
It all started on July 30, 1982, with Freshman Orientation.
Everybody was so nervous, and it was so repetitive: name, home
town, college, where you're living; name, hometown, college... and
yes, how can we forget that P = MD!
But medical school was not as easy as the picnics and parties
of Freshman Orientation led us to believe. The following Monday
morning, the four year ordeal began, and it did so with Gross
Anatomy. For most of us, this was our first meeting with death —
and with the smell of formalin. Soon, the tension was replaced
with humor and the customary naming of the cadavers, and by
the end of the semester, we had all formed some very close
friendships with those we shared the dissecting table with.
Anatomy was not our only class — we had Histology and
Biochemistry, and soon, Physiology, Neurology, Medical Ethics,
and Biostatistics followed. The year was concluded with a picnic
and softball game against the Physiology department (which we
won, of course!).
After summer vacation (were we adequately warned that it
would be our last?), we came back to Third Semester: Microbiolo-
gy, Pathology, and Pharmacology. Somehow, we were able to
learn a lot in a short period of time, and after a hot rum and apple
cider party in the MDL's and Christmas vacation, we began
Organ Systems, Physical Diagnosis, and Community Medicine.
Despite its social atmosphere, the lottery for clerkship tracks
went smoothly (except for Frank Giordano, who was drawn last!).
And the semester was additionally enlivened by class debate
concerning mandatory attendance at lectures. The year was
capped by a class picture at the fountain, a picnic, Boards, and
a post-Boards Pub party.
Finally, the clinical years had arrived! How we all remember
our first IV and ABG attempts and successes, our first delivery,
our first surgery, our first night on call (especially as subinterns),
and our first patient death. And in addition to all of the medical
knowledge gained, we also learned how to get by with little or no
sleep, as well as how to eat on the run (if at all).
During Senior year, as the post-Career Night residency panic
hit us, many of us took to the road for months at a time to do
extramural electives, interview, or just relax away from Chicago.
When we returned, with our residency applications completed,
the grass suddenly looked much greener, and instead of Surgery
and Intensive Care electives, we discovered the "gut" electives:
Cardiographies, Surgical Pathology, Gross Anatomy, etc. With
the help of these, the semester flew by, including Boards Part II,
the Match Party at Fitzgerald's, and finally, our graduation at
the Conrad Hilton Grand Ballroom.
In addition to the many picnics and parties already
mentioned, our class participated in many other social activities.
We went on a ski trip to Wisconsin, played a major role in four
Boxer Shorts Parties, sponsored many parties in classmates
houses, performed skits at each St. Luke's Night, and organized
the 1983 All-School Picnic. Biggest of all was our co-sponsoring
of Casino Nights II and III, with some of the proceeds going to
charity. Another community service was Hunger Week,
highlighted by Hoops for Hunger in the gym.
The class officers were especially busy during these four
years. In addition to planning the many social events. Career
Night, and Graduation, there were dozens of behind-the-
scenes administrative duties, including collecting dues,
trying to change exam schedules, mid-semester course
evaluations, and postponing paper deadlines, just to name a
few. During this time, we had to keep in mind that the Class
of 1986 was made up of 125 people with different personalities
and varied interests; we always strived to do what was best
for the class as a whole. And with only rare exceptions, I think
we always achieved that goal.
All in all, through all the lectures, jelcos, exams, and
post-exam parties, it was a great four years. I'd like to thank
all of you for letting me serve as your class president the last
three years. And a VERY BIG THANK YOU to Joe, Matt,
Steve, and Randy for all of their many hours spent on this
yearbook — they truly did a superb job. Good Luck and good
health in the future. See you at the Tenth Reunion.
The Fourth Year 57
CASINO NIGHT
With the gentle authority of a miniature gavel, Teresa Petros directs
the Executive Committee
'Go to medical school, learn a trade" — Woo
One Friday night in April during each of our first two years,
hundreds of students, medical center employees, and staff descended
upon Corridor C in semiformal dress to try their hand at Lady Luck.
The event: Casino Night, sponsored by the first and second year
medical classes.
Although each Casino Night was tremendous fun, those behind
the scenes will readily tell you that most of the fun occured during
the five months of preparation. The first organizational meeting took
place in December, at which time the Executive Committee delegated
work into nine smaller committees, each with both a freshman and
sophomore co-chairman: Bar, Decorations, Employees, Equipment,
Food, Prizes, Publicity, Security, and Ticket Sales.
Two of these committees faced particularly challenging tasks.
The Prize Committee spent months canvassing local shopping areas,
asking store owners to contribute prizes in return for advertising at
the event. Each of the two years, the committee was successful at
having about 200 stores donate nearly 1000 prizes. An equally
venerable job belonged to the Decoration Committee. The highlight
of their work consisted of inflating over 7000 balloons in the wet labs,
transporting them through the hospital, and raising a balloon ceiling
in the auditorium.
'Nice necklace.'
Mark will do anything to sell a ticket.
Finally, after months of planning
and hard work, Casino Night arrived, but
the work continued. Over 120 workers —
enlisted, scheduled, and trained by the
Employee Committeee — were needed
to work as game dealers, served food, or
sell tickets and prizes. Over 500 gamblers
came to play Black Jack, Roulette, Beat
the Dealer, Guts, Over-Under, the Big
Six wheel, Slot Machines, and Horse
Races, all of which were located in the
auditorium and Corridor C. The Pub,
transformed into the "Easy Money Cafe
& Bar" for the evening, served hot dogs,
heroes, nachos, in addition to mixed
drinks, beer, and wine. Entertainment in
the main room was provided by the
Elmhurst College Jazz Band, and by
class members performing in the Easy
Money Cafe & Bar. Patrons could buy
play money from the cashiers at the
entrance, and use that money to gamble.
Those with money left over at the end of
the evening could either buy the smaller,
donated prizes at the "Big Bucks Bou-
tique," or bid in an auction for the ten
top prizes. These included trips, telev-
isions, microwave ovens, bicycles, barbe-
cue grills, golf clubs, and more.
Tony weighs urology as a speciality choice
You talking to me?
Diane checks-in employees as they
come on their shifts
"Oh no! Four aces again'"
Mary Pat buys slot machine tokens from Lou
Casino Night 61
Kevin and Marshall need to pool their winnings to buy a doormat
Dave and Pat, class Siamese Twins joined at the head
"laugh it up at Casino Night.
Henry, Kevin Cox (founder of Casino Night), and the
crowd take a break from gambling to watch the horse
Security keeps patrons in line . . .
Sophomore year Executive Committee at follow-up party.
Mistakes and smart moves were reviewed, with advice
rendered into files for the next year's committee.
Steve and Mae contemplate
taking the gamble.
Each Casino Night raised over $2000,
which was divided between the sponsoring
classes, the Emergency Student Loan Fund,
and a local charity (Little Sisters of the
Poor). But more important than the money
were the good times and satisfaction derived
from seeing all of the hard work result in two
successful Casino Nights.
Casino Night 63
A LONG TRADITION OF
SHORTS
by Greg Carter
Every year for the past seven years
Loyola medical students have celebrated
Valentine's Day by taking off their pants.
The excitement of entering a party and
immediately dropping your pants was intoxi-
cating, sobered only by the thought of
looking for those pants somewhere in the
monumental pile by the front door when it
came time to leave. A dress code was always
strictly adhered to: a) semiformal from the
waist up, and b) boxer shorts.
2104 South Fourth Avenue was the place
to be for a guaranteed good time, year after
year. Even though it may have been 20
degrees below zero outside, it was always
cooking downstairs in the basement. The last
three or four years, partygoers have rocked
out to the fabulous Four Skins, a band
composed of our own class members.
Twenty years from now when your kids
ask you what you remember most about
medical school, and you feel compelled to say
"offering comfort to others in need", don't!
Go ahead, snicker, and tell them the truth;
say: "The Boxer Shorts Parties".
64 Boxer Shorts
Marsh: "Eeney, meeney, miney, mo..
Boxer Shorts 65
"We are solids, John, but you were
supposed to leave the black one until
the end."
A reminder of the importance of the S-2 dermatome Debonaire Doornick and Suave Saleh
"Look, I'm class president, and /say I'm not
drinking too fast. Princeton guys always drink
two cups at once."
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AMWA
In the Spring of 1982 some women in the Class of 1986 got together and
committed their time to forming a chapter of the American Medical
Women's Association at Loyola. Their goal was to form a group that
promoted: dissemination of information, an open forum, and a basis for
future networking.
Attendance at all functions was open to interested persons, male or
female. Activities of the first year included: A wine and cheese party with
female attendings and housestaff, a nutrition symposium, "Lunch with the
Docs" program, pot-luck dinner with female attendings, a "Marriage,
Family, and Medicine" symposium, and Doctor-Nurse interaction sympo-
sium. Throughout the four years at Loyola, subsequent classes have
continued to support the organization.
The women in the class of 1986 who were there in the beginning are
proud to see their work continue to grow and have a positive impact on
students at Loyola.
Sherry Wren, President
Mary Pat Tierney, Vice-president
Beth Pfeffer, Treasurer
Jocelyn Vallarta, Secretary
Medical Student Union
Amnesty International
by Howard Kaufman
The Medical Student Union, or MSU, is the basic governing
organization for students at Loyola. The MSU is composed of four
officers, all class officers, and student members of the various university
and medical school committees. Monthly meetings of the student union
allow representatives from each class and committee to report on
current activities and discuss pertinent issues of importance to
students. The Medical Student Union provides a forum for students
to exchange ideas with their peers and communicate with the faculty
and medical school administration.
The MSU operates on a budget made up from student dues and
has been involved in funding a variety of academic and social activities
at the medical center. During our four years at Loyola, the Medical
Student Union helped fund the freshman and sophomore co-op note
system, the All-School Picnic, the annual St. Lukes Day dinner, Casino
Night, and the Seniors' Match Day Party. In addition, the Student
Union has sponsored several educational programs presented by
AMWA, Physicians for Social Responsibility, Phi Chi Fraternity, and
the Peer Counseling Program. The MSU has also contributed to
numerous social events, such as the traditional Boxer Shorts Party.
The Medical Student Union provided a worthwhile, often informa-
tive, and always entertaining experience for those who participated in
it during our four years at Loyola.
Amnesty International is a worldwide movement of people working
to eradicate the imprisonment and torture of individuals because of
their political beliefs, sex, ethnic origin, language, or religion, provided
they have neither used nor advocated violence. It has consultative
status with the United Nations and the Council of Europe, as well as
cooperative relations with the Inter-American Commission on Human
Rights of the Organization of the American States. Amnesty Interna-
tional was the recipient of the 1977 Nobel Peace Prize.
The LUMC chapter of Amnesty International was formed in 1984
to educate the medical center community about the violation of human
rights. The organization has focused on these abuses in countries such
as Paraguay and Turkey. Many letters were sent by Loyola students
and faculty to the governments in these countries condemning these
activities. The group has also sponsored speakers to talk about human
rights infractions in Chile, the Soviet Union, and parts of Central
America. In association with the Medical Humanities and Neurology
departments, an Ethical Grand Rounds was held in 1985 on the subject
of torture. It is the hope of the organization to continue to enlighten
the medical center about the oppression of people around the world and
to work on their behalf. — Eric Janigian
AMSA
CLUBS
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Seventy percent of the Class of 1986 were
members of the American Medical Student Associ-
ation, continuing our position among the elite
"50 + " chapters of the organization. AMSA (unre-
lated to the AMA) is a vehicle by which medical
students are kept informed of current issues that
relate to the present and future practice of
medicine. More importantly, however, it encour-
ages students to actually affect those issues by
providing avenues and opportunities for them to
become involved in shaping the course these issues
take. This is done in hopes of better preparing
students for the role physicians ought to play as
community leaders.
Our class took on this challenge both in
carrying on several projects traditionally accom-
plished each year by AMSA, as well as initiating
a number of original undertakings. One such
traditional project which our class supported was
the annual "Instrument Co-op" in which AMSA
was able to make physical diagnosis materials
(stethoscopes, ophthalmoscopes, lab coats, etc.)
more affordable through organizing group-buying.
This was particularly successful for our class,
complicated only by minor discontent of some local
suppliers. AMSA members also set up a mock
anatomy practical exam for the freshman class
behind us so that this format of testing was not so
strange and new during their first real practical.
AMSA also featured a complement of films and
presentations addressing practical and political
issues.
Under the ambitious leadership of our genera-
tion of officers, Kaveh Safavi, Matt Nora, Tony
Gregg, and Linda Shalon, AMSA instituted a few
new traditions including the biannual used-book
sale, and physician specialty speakers. AMSA also
participated in the March of Dimes Community
Outreach project.
Our chapter delivered large delegations to the
National Convention, thanks to strong support of
the Medical Center. Many of our classmates
traveled to Cleveland in 1983 and Washington D.C.
in 1984. We participated in hosting the program at
the Palmer House in 1985. Perhaps our class'
greatest effort was to organize the trip to Washing-
ton. Everyone who wanted to attend was able to —
21 people in all. They had an opportunity to
participate on the floor of the House of Delegates
as policy makers. Those that attended heard
Senator Edward Kennedy deliver the keynote
address. Our chapter joined ranks with other
students to learn about issues from hunger to
scholarship to nuclear war and then lobbied
opinions on Capitol Hill. The delegation strolled
Georgetown, the Smithsonian, and rode the sub-
way.
Without question, each member of our class
was involved in an AMSA activity in some way,
even if only to get a Mastercard. AMSA contribut-
ed to the education and enjoyment of Loyola
Medical students. Our class had much to do with
that success. — Kaveh Safavi
INTRAMURALS
by Bob Sulkowski
In choosing a medical school, different students look for different things.
Facilities, faculty, classes, clerkships, academic record of the students; most
schools are pretty good. But one thing compels the future doctor to attend
Stritch more than anything else: The Intramural Sports. The thrills, the
excitement, the chance for stardom ... the humiliation of the yankers. When
I look back on four years of intramurals, I realize that I made the right choice
in Stritch.
Football offered the chance for students to line up across from each
other and battle for plots of muddy turf. I don't know why it always seemed
to rain just before the games. But the mud of Miller's Meadow kept the
injuries to a minimum.
Basketball was always the clash of the titans. Medical students and
yankers going head to head. We played better, they looked better. But then
again, we didn't have time to blow-dry our hair before the games. No other
games are taken more seriously, however. I believe I still hold the unofficial
record for the most technical fouls in one season. What I lacked in size I made
up for in mouth. We didn't always win, but we played pretty well and we
always had fun.
Volleyball is the one sport where the women are the most integral part
of the team. It is physically impossible for a human male to hit a volleyball
below his waist with his hands clasped together. More points are lost by
palming the ball that are gained by good plays. I personally believe that
volleyball was created by God to allow women to prove their superiority to
men. Now I know how they feel when they try to pass a football.
The co-ed Softball league allowed us to display our talents, or lack
thereof, against those of other hospitals. We didn't win too many games, but
we led the league in broken fingers, mine included. Diving catches, screaming
line drives, late inning rallies, beer in the dugout, losing the big game . . .
the Cubs would have been proud. Once again, the women were the
cornerstone of the team. Granted, some teams had some women that could
hit better, and even catch better, but when you lose as often as we did, it's
very important to have something nice to look at. In the category of pretty
women, we led the league again.
Overall, the sports at Stritch were everything they were supposed to be.
Superstars were created and destroyed with the swing of a bat or the drop
of a pass. It wasn't winning or losing, thank God, but just playing that was
important. Another one of the rare chances to escape the books and the work
and unwind with some good people for some good times.
Amelia catches one on the warming
track
Mae "Dr. K" throws the heater
Bob guns down one of his own
teammates
oops!
Pete goes out for a pizza
Spike Gailani leads the Roos to another . . . game.
Carl has a leather lunch
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It took a long time to get through medical school. 1258
days, to be exact. Many of those days took on particular
significance, while others were best forgotten (or at least
deeply repressed) as soon as they were over. Several even
became genuine milestones on the road to physicianhood.
But no single day dominated our thoughts, riveted our
attention, pierced our minds forming an axis around which
our academic lives revolved, as did March 19, 1986: Match
Day.
Let's face it. When digging in for the last push the
weekend before finals, it wasn't in hopes that someday you
would graduate. You'd have to really screw up not to
graduate. Knuckling down for boards wasn't in hopes of
merely passing them any more than working for a good floor
evaluation was to pass the rotation.
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v.- /sj5^s:
The reason we did these things was because we were looking
ahead to landing that residency spot. On Match Day, we did.
After spending the better part of our senior year arranging
clerkships at prospective residency sites, interviewing, letter-
writing, then enduring that 3-month "hurry up and wait" period,
come Match Day, we were ready to get it over with.
As if it would bring the answer sooner, most class members
seemed to begin the traditional Match Day partying even before
Dr. Pickleman was making rounds. Whether it was with the
private intimacy of one's spouse or at a full scale all-out
champagne bash, friends shared the pre-Match sympathetic
discharge together. By 10:00 a.m. the mass migration to
Fitzgerald's Pub — chartered for the occasion — had begun.
Neither the flowing of free drinks nor the seemingly endless
housekeeping/graduation announcements could distract class
members' attention from the Jay's Potato Chips box at the front
of the room; and at 12:00 p.m. Eastern Standard Time, the
random drawing of envelopes began. When it was finished, 112
suspicions had either been confirmed or denied, dreams had
either come true, been shattered, or had simply been adjusted
somewhat to reality. But for the first time since the entire process
had begun nearly 4 years before, each of us knew something of
what the future held in store. In a matter of a few seconds, some
secret computer hidden in Evanston, IL had arranged the next
3, 5, maybe 45 years of our lives. But grateful or disappointed with
its results, we were all relieved: The Match was over. It was time
to move on.
M i w
Whooping it up at a pre-match champagne bash
The Breakdown:
Matched First Choice 54
Matched Second Choice 23
Matched Third Choice 9
Matched below Third Choice 19
Participated in Early Match 9
Total That Matched 114
Secured Position after Match 7
Total 121
m fii -
"If the guy who wins this doesn't donate
it for beer, he's a scum bag!"
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Naif Abraham
Chris Adducci
Teri Adelman
Guy Agostino
Belita Anatalio
Steve Antonini
Sue Atamian
Sue Badri
Greg Basiago
Bill Bayer
Sharon Berliant
Eric Bieber
Steve Bielski
Barry Browne
Dan Brutocao
Fran Burke
Greg Carter
Carl Coppola
Thao Doan
Al Doornik
Nehama Dresner
Erik Elam
Mark Engel
Bob Erhart
Dave Esrig
Tina Fadil
John Fagan
Joan Faloona
Jim Foskett
Mae Gailani
Kevin Gandhi
George Geanon
Henry Giacinto
Lisa Gianetto
Marjon Gillbanks
Mark Gillis
Frank Giordano
Louis Glass
Gerry Gong
Rich Gonzalez
Tony Gregg
Pete Grosso
Ted Guarino
Lise Anne Guay
Charles Havel
Hah Heller-Bair
Joe Hildner
Bill Hoctor
Paul Hoover
Jim Hoyt
Tom Iannucci
Eric Janigian
John Jiganti
Chris Joyce
Dave Kim
Howard Kaufman
Laurel Kietzman
Howard Klickman
Rick Koehler
Mike Koller
Orest Kostelyna
Mike Kovarik
University of Chicago Pathology
Michael Reese, IL Urology
Loyola University Medical Center Pediatrics
Community Memorial, IL Family Practice
Children's Hospital, Oakland, CA Pediatrics
Loyola University Medical Center Med/Peds
Loyola University Medical Center Internal Medicine
Weiss Memorial, IL Transitional
Kaiser-Permanente Medical Center, CA Family Practice
Loyola University Medical Center Internal Medicine
Michael Reese, IL Internal Medicine
Presbyterian-St. Luke's, IL Ob/Gyne
Portsmouth Naval Hospital, VA Internal Medicine
Medical College of Wisconsin General Surgery
University of California-Irvine Pediatrics
Kaiser-Permanente Medical Center, CA Family Practice
University of California-Davis Internal Medicine
LA County - USC Medical Center, CA Otolaryngology
McGaw Med Ctr, Northwestern Univ Internal Medicine
University of California-Irvine Surgery (P)
University of Illinois Psychiatry
Sinai Hospital, MD Medicine (P)
University of Arizona-Tuscon Radiology
Evanston Hospital, IL Medicine (P)
University of California-San Diego Pediatrics
LA County - USC Medical Center Urology
UMDNJ - Rutgers Medical Center, NJ Internal Medicine
San Bernadino Community Medical Ctr Family Practice
LA County - USC Medical Center Internal Medicine
University Hospital, Madison, WI General Surgery
Children's Hospital, Univ of Pitts, PA Pediatrics
Loyola University Medical Center General Surgery
Medical College of Wisconsin Ob/Gyne
University of Illinois Internal Medicine
Duke University Medical Center, NC Internal Medicine
Lutheran General, IL Internal Medicine
Middlesex Memorial, CT Family Practice
Loyola University Medical Center Internal Medicine
Maricopa Medical Center, AZ General Surgery
Phoenix Affiliated Hospitals, AZ Med/Peds
Univ of 111, Metro Group Hospitals Surgery (P)
Loyola University Medical Center Ob/Gyne
Eastern Virginia Graduate Med School Pediatrics
Stanford University Hospital, CA Pediatrics
Loyola University Medical Center Medicine (P)
Loyola University Medical Center Ophthalmology
Darnell Army Medical Center, TX Emergency Med
University of Illinois Med/Peds
Eastern Maine Medical Center, ME Family Practice
Portsmouth Navy Hospital, VA Psychiatry
University of Pittsburgh Internal Medicine
Loyola University Medical Center Surgery (P)
St. Francis Hospital, Evanston, IL Ob/Gyne
LA County - USC Medical Center Pediatrics
McGaw Med Ctr, Northwestern Univ Orthopedics
Loyola University Medical Center General Surgery
LA County - USC Medical Center Internal Medicine
University of Illinois General Surgery
Brooke Army Medical Center, TX Transitional
Loyola University Medical Center Internal Medicine
Marshfield-University of Wisconsin Internal Medicine
Loyola University Medical Center Internal Medicine
Loyola University Medical Center Internal Medicine
Medical College of Wisconsin Anesthesiology
74 Match Day
Theresa Kuppy
Doria Law-Devare
Randy Lee
Tom Leifheit
Bill Linnik
Henry Louie
Jay Mamon
Charlie Markowitz
Kieth McEwen
Steve Mc Lennon
George Melone
Dave Menapace
Mark Michaud
Mike Mihalov
Charles Miller
Dave Moromisato
Cheryl Murphy
Matt Nora
Glen Nowachek
Vivian Paloyan
Joe Paukner
John Petros
Teresa Petros
Steve Pfau
Beth Pfeffer
John Phillips
Karla Podrazik
Steve Rhodes
Amelia Rybinski-Rojas
Steve Roslanski
Paul Rudy
Kaveh Safavi
Roman Saldan
Dan Saleh
Jon Seidlin
Fred Severyn
Linda Shalon
Jonas Sidrys
Jackie Sieros
Pete Silver
Jack Stanko
George Stathopoulos
Marshall Steel
Bob Sulkowski
Alan Taylor
Mary Pat Tierney
Pete Troedson
Jocelyn Vallarta
Henry Veldenz
Pat Visnesky
Lisa Wheatley
Bill Will
Greg Winters
Blaise Wolfrum
Dewey Woo
Sherry Wren
Sung Yang
Leroy Yates
Jeff Zimm
Lutheran General, IL Internal Medicine
Resurrection Hospital, IL Internal Medicine
University of California-Davis Internal Medicine
Loyola University Medical Center Medicine (P)
McGaw Med Ctr, Northwestern Univ Anesthesiology
William Beaumont, MI Emergency Med
UCLA Medical Center, CA General Surgery
West Suburban Hospital, IL Family Practice
Weiss Memorial Hospital, IL Medicine (P)
New Y'ork University, NY Rehab Medicine
Indiana University Medical Center General Surgery
St. Joseph's Hospital, IL Family Practice
North Carolina Baptist, Wake Forest Un General Surgery
Butterworth Hospital, MI Ob/Gyne
Univ of Colorado Affiliated Hospitals Family Practice
Cook County Hospital, IL Pediatrics
Wilford Hall Med Center, USAF, TX General Surgery
LA County • USC Medical Center Pediatrics
Charleston Naval Hospital, SC Family Practice
Mayo Graduate School of Medicine Internal Medicine
Michael Reese Hospital, IL Ob/Gyne
Prebyterian-St. Luke's Hospital Pediatrics
SE Family Practice Center, Kenosha, WI Family Practice
Washington Univ Barnes Hospital, MO Urology
St. Louis Children's Hosp, Wash Un, MO Pediatrics
University of Pittsburgh, PA Internal Medicine
University of Utah; Fellowship Ocular Pathology
Washington Univ Barnes Hospital, MO Otolaryngology
University of Illinois Internal Medicine
Medical College of Wisconsin Orthopedics
Mayo Graduate School of Medicine, MN Pediatrics
Ventura Community Medical Center, CA Family Practice
Rockford Med Education Foundation, IL Family Practice
University of Michigan Med/Peds
University of Colorado, Denver Surgery (P)
Presbyterian-St. Luke's Hospital General Surgery
Univ of Kansas Med Ctr, Kansas City Urology
St. Vincent-Toledo Hospitals, OH Emergency Med
Montefiore Hospital, NY Pediatrics
MacNeal Memorial Hospital, IL Medicine (P)
UCLA Medical Center, CA Radiation Ther
Loyola University Medical Center Ob/Gyne
Long Island Jewish Hospital, NY Pediatrics
Loyola University Medical Center Internal Medicine
Michael Reese Hospital, IL Internal Medicine
St Mary's Hospital, Grand Junction, CO Family Practice
Univ of 111 Metro Group Hospitals General Surgery
Southern Illinois University Hospital Internal Medicine
Baystate Medical Center, MA Internal Medicine
University of Minnesota Familv Practice
LA County - USC Medical Center Med/Peds
Loyola University Medical Center General Surgery
Southern Illinois University Hospital Ob/Gyne
UMDNJ Rutgers Medical School, NJ Internal Medicine
Christ Hospital, IL Medicine (P)
St. Michael's Hospital, WI Family Practice
Central State Griffin Mem Hospital, OK Psychiatry
Kaiser Foundation Hosp, San Francisco Pediatrics
Yale-New Haven Medical Center, CT General Surgery
MacNeal Memorial Hospital, IL Medicine (P)
Illinois Masonic Ob/Gyne
Hamot Hospital, PA Medicine (P)
Loyola University Medical Center Ophthalmology
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Gregory Carter
Thao Doan
Daniel Brutacao
Albert Doornik
Erik Elam
John Engel
77
Robert Erhart
John Fagan
Mae Gailani
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David Esrig
Joan Faloona
Tina Fadil
James Foskett
78
George Geanon
Henry Giacinto
"So you guys really think women find love
handles attractive?"
Lisa Giannetto
Frank Giordano
Marjon Gillbanks
Louis Glass
"You think you're hungry? I just ate two
hours ago and already I'm feeling hypoglyce-
Mark Gillis
Gerald Gong
Anthony Gregg
Peter Grosso
Edward Guarino
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Lise Anne Guay
Charles Havel
Ilah Heller-Bair
Joseph Hildner
William Hocter
Paul Hoover
James Hoyt
Thomas Iannucci
Eric Janigian
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John Jiganti
Christopher Joyce
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Laurel Kietzman
David Kim
Roderick Koehler
Michael Roller
Orest Rostelyna
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Michael Mihalov
Charles Miller
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Matthew Nora
Glen Nowachek
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Joseph Paukner
John Petros
Teresa Petros
Steven Pfau
Beth Pfeffer
John Phillips
Karla Podrazik
"So I said 'Jack, please cut the suture one centimeter long', but when
I measured it, it was only 8 millimeters long, which, of course, is 20%
error."
Steven Rhodes
83
Amelia Rojas
Stanley Roslansky
Paul Rudy
Kaveh Safavi
Roman Saldan
Daniel Saleh
Jonathan Seidlin
Lise Anne McMahon
84
Fred Severyn
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Jonas Sidrys
Jacqueline Sieros
Peter Silver
John Stanko
George Stathopoulos
Marshall Steel
Robert Sulkowski
Alan Taylor
Mary Pat Tierney
Arthur Troedson
Jocelyn Vallarta
85
Henry Veldenz
Patricia Visnesky
Lisa Wheatley
William Will
Gregory Winters
Blaise Wolfrum
Dewey Woo
Sherry Wren
Sung Yang
86
Leroy Yates
Jeffrey Zimm
"Boy that beer is gonna taste good"
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Kevin Gandhi
"Ah, Davidson — Woe to the man whose
heart has not learned while young to love,
to hope, and to put its trust in Life itself."
from Victory by Joseph Conrad
John Fagan
It is easy to forget what's important in Life. Just
remember that respect is given for who you are, not
what you are. Or, as Clarence Oddbody A.S.C. wrote:
"No one who has friends is a failure."
Sign Up Now for Bill Linnik's
"Dancing Your Way To A Loyola M.D. Degree"
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1. Get a leg up and go to
college.
2. Pharmacology will
require fancy footwork.
3. Pound out your frus-
trations often.
4. Lean on friends. 5. Senior Year: You're ready to solo!
William Linnik
They come
Different and the same
With each it is different and the same
With each the absence of love is different
With each the absence of love is the same.
Samuel Beckett
Erik Elam
89
William Bayer
The tide recedes but leaves
behind bright seashells on
the sand;
The sun goes down, but gentle
warmth still lingers on the
land;
The music stops, and yet it
echoes on in sweet refrains.
For every joy that passes,
something beautiful remains.
- Had in Marshall
Cancun, Mexico - 1985
I hope that all of you have enjoyed these past four years of Medical School
and I wish you the best of everything in the years to come.
Y/i/
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It is interesting to think about the forces which brought
all of us to medical school and the hopes and dreams which
sustained us through the trials and tribulations. Most of us
have come to realize that no one could do this for anything
less than the genuine satisfaction that comes from helping
others, especially those in need. We've all come to know the
impact one who cares can have on the patient who is ill,
lonely, and feeling cheated. How do we respond to this? If
we are honest we admit that we never respond to the extent
that we are capable of. How often have I turned away from
the emotions and strife, and hope that are the fibre of human
experience? But the one thing that keeps us going is that we
try. We know that we each have a place in the greater scheme,
and no matter how small this place may seem we are
commissioned to take it to its fullest extent. We just want to
thank all the fellow students that have helped us carry this
load, and all the teachers that have shown us that though the
challenge be great, the rewards are greater still. Medical
school was not an unlivable period, but rather a time where
we came to know ourselves, our strengths, and our limita-
tions. Reality has imposed itself, and we who feel lucky have
recognized its parameters, and are exhilarated to be a part
of the drama.
John and Teresa Petros
Belita Anatalio
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FRIENDS-
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LOVE > BELITA
Blaise Wolfrum
A MAN
and his
HOVERCRAFT
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OH! Gather 'round the campfire and listen to yarns of old; of the days
when men in armor rode atop strange machinery that hlew smoke and made
thunder and on a cushion of air sailed gracefully over land, water, ice,
and snow. Does this sound like fantasy? A hovercraft can make your
dreams come true. It is the ideal year round recreational vehicle that
covers all terrain as it floats on a cushion of air much like the air
hockey game popularized by Brunswick. A hovercraft can take you "where
no man has gone before". It is reliable, sale, economical, and fun to
drive. The vehicle of the future - fly one today!
Lise Anne Guay
Dearest Mommyo and Daddyo,
I can tell by this college graduation picture that you were
just thrilled by the thought of my $80,000 jaunt to medical
school; and I want you to know that the gabbing has been
great and the laughs many . . . Now can you please send me
to law school?!
Love and forever gabbing,
Your Chicago-based daughter
Jeffery Zimm
I dedicate my graduation to my parents, Claire
and Ed, to whom I owe everything, and to my
wife, Libby, who is my backbone and strength.
I love you all very much — Jeffery
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Henry Giacinto
To The Class of 1986:
Good Luck and Best Wishes.
From all of us.
And Hawkeye
Dewey Woo
December, 1981. I was visiting the Windy City, where men (and women) have broad shoulders,
and was enjoying a few Leininkugols at Leifheit's Anesthesia Bar. The OB. Bieher Band was playing
that night, with lead singers Boy Erharl and Purple Kyes Paloyan, accompanied by a trio of belly
dancing teenagers ("Stileto" Bonita Belita, Dolly Doria. and Misty Marjon}. Having taken lessons
(Tor $500) at Stanley H. Roslansky's "How to Pick Up Women" School, I am tiled over to a table where
a lady dressed in a floppy hat sat. Actually, this Puerto Vallarta native was an aspiring physician,
hut could not decide whether she wanted to he a pediatric internist or an internal pediatrician. At
that moment, world renowned French journalist E. E. Flam entered the bar to interview one of the
bar's famous patrons. Harvard trained penile implant specialist, Dr. Wren. Pulitzer Prize
photographer Lee began taking photos hut was rudely drenched with a pitcher of beer by an anti-photo
extremist with a Southern drawl. Lady Wheatley. A barroom brawl ensued and regretfully, I suffered
a mild concussion when my head came in contact with the fists of a drunken British parasitologist.
Sir Hoover. I was brought to and seen at the local Doc-in-a-Box for mv altered mental status by several
OP's, Dr. Bosko Basiago, Dr. Studly Engel, Dr. Catty Burke, and Dr. Bridge Winters. They could
not diagnose my condition and referred me to the regional Meccas of Medicine. LUMC and the
adjacent Hines-Carter VA Hospital Incidently. on the trip to the hospital, my ambulance was side-
swiped by some delirious guy driving a '65 VW Bug celebrating a rare Northwestern football game
victory.
I was first seen by the surgeons at LUMC, who took me to the OR for an emergency brain biopsy
(done by Dr. Magnum Ghandi and Dr. Moodo Glass). I also ended up with a CABG (by my cousin
Dr. Louie), amputation of my coccyx bone (by a nutty red-headed Orthopedic doc), and repair of
mutiple anal/rectal tears (by Dr. Kim I The procedures went smoothly except when medical student
Typhoona Faloona fell asleep while retracting my spleen; she successfully ruptured my spleen thus
forcing Dr. Yang to perform a splenectomy at no extra charge to me. Since the surgeons had no post-
op diagnosis, they called for a Medicine consult. Dr. T. Petros, a Cardiology Fellow on her third night
of voluntary continuous call, diagnosed my condition as one of ambiguous dual identity and
transferred me to Dr. Merrill Guarino's Psychiatric Service. The soft-spoken, pipe-smoking, bearded
ward psychiatrist, Dr. Janigan introduced me to the other patients. They included (I) a fella from
Moromisato, Japan who had difficulties turning dates down, both male and female, (2) a blond haired
female from C.ailani, Italy whose career as a budding neonatologist was hampered by her obsessive
addiction to M and M's, (3) a man from Steel, CA driven psychotic by his wife's involvement in the
drug business, and (4) a chronic compulsive neurotic from Murphy, IL who went to bed each night
witb a different guy, either Dr. Cecil or Dr. Schwartz. My condition in the Asylum Ward improved,
as I received loving hugs from my cute Chicago-nosed nurse, Bunny Berliant. Luckily, 1 did not require
the services of the ward neurosurgeon. Dr. Lobotomy Kaufman. My discharge diagnosis — delusions
of grandeur and misplaced idealism. 1 was accepted into Loyola Medical School shortly thereafter.
With sincere thanks to Dr. Zeller, Dr. Steinecker. and Dr. Barbato. 1 can now realize my goal
of being surrounded by kicking, screaming, crying kids for the rest of my life! Ah hut I'd do
it again!
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Peter Troedson
"The end of the matter, all has
been heard; fear God, and keep
His commandments, for this is
the whole duty of man."
Ecclesiastes
"Just remember as you travel
down Life's weary road,
keep your eye upon the
doughnut,
and not upon the hole!"
To the Class of 1986: It was a blessing to graduate
with you all. Good Luck, and God bless in future
endeavors. May each of you find Life and Fulfillment
especially in Jesus. Amen!
Pete Troedson, with Diane, Sarah and Emily.
Sarah, Emily, and Pete the dog
Thomas Iannucci
A Practical Approach to Med School
On surviving the Basic Science years:
"The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to
overlook" — Wm. James (1842 - 1910)
On surviving the Clinical Years:
"Rule # 1 - Don't sweat the small stuff."
"Rule # 2 - It's all small stuff."
"Rule # 3 - If you can't fight and you can't flee . . .
flow!" - Robert Eliot. U. of Nebraska, Dept. of
Cardiology
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On life at Loyola:
"The Society of Jesus is the most dangerous of
orders, and has done more mischief than all others."
— Napoleon Bonaparte (1769 - 1821).
On Life in general:
"Life is short; live it up." — Nikita S. Khruschev
(1894 - 1971).
102
Good Times .
Great Friends
Joan Faloona
Dancing, Roller-skating, Greek Town, Rush Street,
Boxer Shorts, The Pub, Christmas Parties and char-
ades, Barbecues, Omelettes at Dave's, King's Manor,
Volleyball, Softball in the mud, Football in the mud,
Picnics, Weddings, Babies . . .
"In the farthest corners
of the earth, the
glorious acts of God
shall startle everyone.
The dawn and sunset
shout for joy."
Psalm 65:8
Howard Klickman
103
Jocelyn Vallarta, Lisa
Wheatley, Sherry Wren
'What a long, strar
trip it has been.'
Franz Marc, Blue Horses, 1911
Favorite Verses
"All that glitters is not gold."
"Give to Caesar what is Caesar's
and to God what is God's."
Eric Janigian
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits, and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts."
"0, they love least that let men
know their love."
105
Steven Bielski
Steve and Karen
Roderick Koehler
Thanks to the following
for their support:
My wife Susan, Mr. and Mrs. Douglas
Koehler, Patricia Koehler, Mr. and Mrs.
John Koehler, Mr. and Mrs. George
Burton, Mr. and Mrs. Warren Frederick,
and last but not least, Socrates and
Athena, our loving felines.
Remember: "A specialist
is a doctor who trains his
patients to become ill
only during office hours."
Anonymous
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Rick and Susan
Jonathan Seidlin
Identity Crisis
To the Class of 1986: 1 just wanted to say thanks
for being so super to me. It was great to have so
many friends to share thoughts with, B-S with,
and comiserate with. It will be easy to forget
classes and clerkships, but good times outside of
academics will always be remembered. If you're
ever in Kansas City, be sure to look me up.
Thanks,
Jon Seidlin
Above: Pretest psychosis; Below: True escapism
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Thank-you, Dian!
We made it!
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Michael Kovarik
Christopher Joyce
Laurel Kietzman
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Barry Browne
James Foskett
Daniel Saleh
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Left: High School, preclinical alopecia.
Above: College Graduation. Right:
Junior Year of medical school — a little
heavier but oh, so cool!
110
Jonas Sidrys
Below and Left: Judy Vaikutis, fiance. Jonas
Above: wearing shades; Jonas Right: wearing
nieces and nephews.
Left and Below: With Edie. Above: Aspen,
1985.
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Fred Severyn
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John Jiganti
Susan Badri
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George Stathopoulos
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Henry Louie
Anthony Gregg
Sharon and Tony
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Paul Rudy
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Kaveh Safavi
My expectations were simple .
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. . . it's all I really wanted to do.
Patricia Visnesky
118
LeRoy and Michelle Yates
Michelle
What would medical school have been . . .
Without my mom? Impossible, literally. A thousand thank-
yous for your inspiring words, your undying love, and your
unceasing prayers.
Without my faith in Christ? Less purposeful and certainly
more depressing. Dear God, You promised never to leave us
or foresake us and You promised that all things work together
for the good of those that love You. Thank You for keeping
Your promises. Amen!
Without LeRoy? Less romantic, less exciting, and less
complicated. But I wouldn't trade the experience for
anything. I look forward to our lives together both in and out
of medicine. The best is to come.
Without Lauren? Less strenuous but less rewarding. I'm glad
you're here.
Without my female classmates? Less caring, less laughter,
more isolation, and an exclusively male perspective on
medicine. I couldn't bear to face it!
Without my whole class? No exercise (my volleyball teams),
no cheerful greetings, and no one to refer to with confidence
when the world of practice starts.
LeRoy
My personal relationship with God is the most important
thing in my life and I thank Him for all he has given me. First
He set me among two marvelous loving Christian parents who
have been a living testimony of His patience and generosity
in my life. Later the Lord blessed me with a beautiful wife
and a gorgeous daughter whom I love with great intensity.
I have so much to be thankful for especially because I don't
deserve anything from God. It's His mercy and abundant
loving kindness that I enjoy and readily identify with Titus
3:3-6 in the New Testament. My fondest hope is that
everyone would consider what Jesus said, "For what would
it profit a man if he shall gain the whole world and lose his
own soul? Or what would a man give in exchange for his
soul?" — Mark 8:36-37. God bless each of you.
Lauren
Daddy, Mommy, go, shoes, ball, car, ear, nose, mouth, light,
dog, meow, baby, bottle, hat, yeah, and book! — Lauren at
14 months.
119
George Geanon
Dedicated to those who helped me get through this:
Mom, Dad, Helen, Mary, John
Alison
To those I have yet to meet, see you at graduation or the ten year reunion.
After four years of medical school, consider this:
"Wither is fled the visionary gleam, where is it now, the glory and the
dream." -Wordsworth-
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IF APRIL 21 l? YOUR BIRTHDAY, you
have delightful sense of humor, are aware
of body image and could have "weight
problem." You possess intellectual curios-
ity, are bright and versatile. Gemini, Sagit-
tarius persons play important roles in your
life. You are an excellent conversationalist,
people enjoy listening to your anecdotes
and you could excel as a travel agent.
Greg Carter
ARE WE HAVING FUN YET?
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
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And miles to go before I sleep.
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Thank you Mom and Dad, for
all your love and support.
Charles Markowitz
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Karla H. Podrazik
Medical School
But on the whole the impression was
neither of tragedy nor of comedy. There
was no describing it. It was manifold and
various; there were tears and laughter,
happiness and woe; it was tedious and
interesting and indifferent; it was as you
saw it; it was tumultuous and passionate;
it was grave; it was sad and comic; it was
trivial; it was simple and complex; joy
there was and despair ... It was life.
W. Somerset Maugham
The light at the end of the tunnel
is but a star in a vast universe.
Anonymous
The best of times, the worst of
times . . . We did it together!
Good luck, Class of 1986!!
Buttercup
To our class: Not a chance of birth or place has made us friends,
Being of ten times of different tongues and nations, but the
endeavor for the self same ends, with the same hopes, and fears,
and aspirations.
H. W. Longfellow
Sharon Berliant
122
David Menapace
... at Medical
School? Yes — I've
met some of the
greatest people.
Thanks for making
these past four
years exceptional.
Louis Glass
123
Albert Doornik
Winter in California.
It sure was great to go
home for Christmas. The
beautiful weather there
isn't taken for granted
anymore. You can tell
it is winter because I'm
wearing long pants.
Age: 27
Occupation: Orthopaedist (?)
Favorite Food: Giordano's
Zucchini & Mushroom Pizza
Favorite Vacation:
Aspen, Colorado 1985
Favorite Rotation:
Orthopaedics U.C. Davis
Least Favorite Rotation:
Ob/Gyne Alexian Bros.
Favorite Line to Tell a
Sick Patient: It is better
to look good than to feel
good and you look Marve-
lous .
Favorite Party:
Boxer Shorts V
Favorite Album: Amy Grant's
Age to Age
Favorite Place: Anywhere in
California
Best Time: Boxer Shorts V
Worst Time: Third Semester
of Med. School
This is my fiancee and
myself as we'll appear
on our wedding invita-
tions. She was my
college sweetheart.
By the way, her name
is Donna.
DISCHHR6E SUMMARY
Patient's name: Roman A. Saldan Date af Admission: August 1982
Admitting Diagnosis: Acute Idealism Date af Discharge: June 1986
Brief Haspital Caurse: Pt was admitted w/ cc of "wanting to help people,"
underwent customary protocol w/ approx 1 4 courses of lecture therapy,
interspersed w/ periodic testing of the K type. No serious complications
suffered as a result, though moderate discomfort was noted on occasion. Test
results were unremarkable. Adjuvant rotation treatments were then
instituted, and pt suffered first major complication of "wanting to be a
neurosurgeon." Expert outside consultation was sought abroad, to no avail,
until complication went into remission w/ one dose of NSMP; side effects
were noted. Remainder of stay was uneventful.
Majar Operatians: obtaining a parking space
Discharge Medications: one grain NaCl ad Jib
Diet: free coffee and donuts
Restriction af Activities: no scut
Condition upon Discharge: stable, but not cured
Roman Saldan
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Frances Burke
Smile
B's tough to live
in a place where
there's great
rejoicing when
the weather
improves to
mediocre.
Hard Times
IVs in Oncology
Calling for labs at Mines
Cardiology 2A hours
Sub-zero weather
Patrick Frances
Little One Ms. Pink
Good Times - IM Volleyball (maybe we'll win some day!)
Chicago style pizza
Friends over for Chocolate Chip Cookies
St. Luke 's Flights - skits & prizes
Chicago Theatre and Museums (and the boat ridel)
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NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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Thought has a bias,
Direction a bend,
Space its inhibitions,
Time a dead end.
Is whiteness white?
Oh, then, call it black:
Farthest from the truth
Is yet halfway back.
Effect ordains Cause,
Head swallowing its tail;
Does whale engulf sprat,
Or sprat assume whale?
Contentions weary,
It giddies us to think,
Then kiss, girl, kiss!
Or drink, fellow, drink!
"Research and dei'elopment! My goodness!"
The Sickness
That Won't Heal
Health Care for
the Nation's Homeless
Linda Shalon
David Esrig
Always on the
Road
With waiter in New York
With ski-bunny in Utah
With drinking buddies in England
Edward Guarino
Robert Sulkowski
In reviewing the last four years, many memories flash
across my mind. All thoughts begin with Gross Anatomy.
The smell, the bodies, Dr. Z, Cato. But that was just the
beginning. The worthlessness of stats, the work of the third
semester, the esoterica of comedy med, and of course,
Boards Part I. Not too enjoyable. Then clinical. Women
screaming, babies crying, gomers dying. And the cycle
continues. We learned and tried to keep the cycle going.
And through it all were the friends. Boxer shorts
parties, Halloween and Christmas parties, parties for the
heck of it. Basketball, baseball, volleyball. Evenings in the
Pub or at a friend's house. Those who made a difference
to me know who you are. How do you thank someone for
a million laughs? I don't know. So just thanks for the good
times, for being there during the bad times and good luck
to everyone.
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"We have nothing to fear but slow play."
- John Fagan
Having one's druthers . . . Marshall, shperd, and Zitz: It's
been cut! . . . Jeannie's Good Doof ... I passed Histology
. . . Joan has/Lise Ann doesn't have . . . Alpine Valley,
Tom's car, and the Beach Boys . . . Dave's half-court shot
. . . Tom's party in the MDL . . . Casino Night I & II . . .
Thursday Night Club . . . RAMMA . . . Golfing with Chris,
Dan, and John - Thank goodness for Coops . . . Hat Party
. . . Hairy Fishnuts . . . Pool nights with Joe at the 'Ding .
. . "Do we have five?" . . . Wednesdays at Fio's . . . The
Brew Crew . . . Special Thanks to my parents, who made
my medical education possible, to Nancy, for her inspira-
tion, and to a very special group of friends who made these
years at Loyola so very enjoyable.
Peter Silver
Steven Rhodes
So Long and
Thanks for all the Beer
Gone Fishin'
Mark and fiance Jennifer Christiano
Mark Michaud
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Mary Pat Tierney
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Footprints
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach
with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene he
noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonged to him and the other to
the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the
footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there
was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest
and saddest times of his life.
This really bothered him, and he questioned the Lord about it. "Lord, you
said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I have
noticed that during the most troublesome times of my life, there is only one set
of footprints. I don't understand why, when I needed you most, you would leave
me."
The Lord replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never
leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of
footprints, it was then that I carried you.
David Kim
131
Sung Yang
Success, to us,
means
a life with Jesus.
We wish each and every
one of you a success
in your future.
Sun and Sung
June 22, 1985
Naif Abraham
132
Cheryl Murphy
Attainment
Use all your hidden forces. Do not miss
The purpose of this life, and do not wait
For circumstance to mold or change your
fate.
In your own self lies destiny. Let this
Vast truth cast out all fear, all prejudice.
All hesitation. Know that you are great.
Great with divinity. So dominate
Environment, and enter into bliss.—
Love largely and hate nothing. Hold no
aim
That does not chord with universal good.
Hear what the voices of the silence say,
AH joys are yours if you put forth your
claim.
Once let the spiritual laws he understood.
Material things must answer and obey.
~EUa "Wheeler Wilcox.
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133
A strong believer in the
practice of traditional
medicine and medicine as
an art form.
Throw your rubbers overboard, there's no one here but men. The Dribbling
Seamen!
Thank you Mom and Dad
David Moromisato
Charles Miller
Greg and Leslie Nov. 11, 1982
"Many good times shared with special friends: Many
treasured memories of our years in the Windy City."
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Honeymoon Fun
Gregory Basiago
Guy Agostino
After four years of medical school there
isn't much else to say. We moved back
to the area from Houston and had a
couple of kids. Good luck to everyone
in their careers, and best of health to
you and your families.
Guy, Cathie, Jason, and Kristy
Don't Quit
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low, and the debts are high,
And you want to smile but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow.
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,
It's when things seem worse
That you must not quit.
A Physician's Prayer
Give skills to my hand, clear
vision to my mind, kindness
and sympathy to my heart.
Give me singleness of purpose,
strength to lift at least a
part of the burden of my
suffering fellow men, and
a true realization of the
rare privilege that is mine.
Take from my heart all
guile and worldliness, that
with the simple faith of a
child I may rely on Thee.
Amen
Steve Antonini and Nancy Johnson
Steve Antonini
136
Ilah Heller-Bair
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence;
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the
shadow of death, I will fear no evil . . .
So nothing much stops me.
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"I want to talk to you about the theme you turned in
Friday, Mr. Gillis," said Mr. Hambrick when we were
alone in the room.
"Yes, sir," I said, my voice hitting high C above middle
E.
"Frankly," he continued, "I was amazed at that theme.
Until Friday, Mr. Gillis, I had merely thought of you as
dull."
"Yes, sir."
"But now I know I was wrong. The trouble with you
is that you're archaic."
"Huh?"
"You're archaic You're way behind the times. You were
bom one century too late. And," he added, "so was I. I
tell you, Mr. Gillis, I have no regard for modem writing.
It all seems like gibberish to me— all that clipped prose,
that break-neck pacing, that lean objectivity. I don't like
it. I think writing should be leisurely and rich. Sentences
should be long and graceful, filled with meaning and
sensitive perception. Your theme, Mr. Gillis, is a perfect
example of the kind of writing I most admire."
"Call me Dobie," I said genially.
Mark Gillis
Marshall Steel
"What is real?" asked the Rabbit one day. . ."Does
it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-
out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse.
"It's a thing that happens to you. . ."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was
always truthful. "When you are real you don't mind
being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,"
he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse.
"You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't
often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp
edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by
the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved
off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints
and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all,
because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to
people who don't understand."
The Velveteen Rabbit
It's been fun traveling together
on the road to reality.
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We've had so many times,
There are many
I have already forgotten.
And we have shared times
I shall never forget.
But in each of these,
You somehow affected me:
I have continued to become who I am
With you.
Know, then, that in many of
My future quiet moments
I will think of you.
In a certain way,
I will be with you.
And because of this—
For all of this,
I thank you.
Your friend,
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Randall Lee
Last thoughts to friends old and
new: "Hi, I'm having a potluck at my
place; the theme is ethnic; bring your
favorite recipe." "Hey, let's go to
Chinatown for Dim Sum." "Is there
any more to eat?" "My car's in the
shop. . .again!" "O.K. now! Everybody
look this way and say CHEESE!"
Lasting thoughts to my Dad,
Mom, and my family: Thanks for your
love and support. I couldn't have done
it without you.
Kieth McEwen
Amelia Rojas
Doria Devare
I wish to dedicate the M.D. to my wonderful husband who
so patiently guided me through this "long journey" of
medical school training. And thanks, Loyola, for enabling
us to be together.
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Gregory Winters
LIFE'S A
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Charles Havel
Richard Gonzalez
Frank Giordano
Michael Roller
rerald Gong
Vivian
Paloyan
STRITCHING THE TRUTH,
the final edition
by Mark Gillis
EXCERPTS FROM FLOOR EVALUATIONS WE WOULD
JUST AS SOON FORGET
". . . taught us an important lesson concerning medical students: Never
underestimate someone's ineptitude . . ."
"... established a new gold standard for mediocrity . . ."
"... would make an adequate third world physician . . ."
"... often tried to be helpful by countersigning attending's orders in the
charts ..."
"... attended every drug luncheon . . ."
"... would have fared better had he not been overheard claiming 'sick
people give me the dry heaves' . . ."
"... occasionally found the time in her schedule to accompany the rest of
the service on rounds . . ."
"... made us wonder what would happen if everyone with $48,000 and a
white coat wanted to become a doctor ..."
"... when asked the proper dosage for propranolol, he said he didn't
know, but would be more than happy to run down to the hospital infor-
mation desk to find out . . ."
"... called the attending a gomer and the residents Lascivious Dirtballs .
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"... frequently attempted interaction with other medical personel, but
was put out when nursing staff refused to repond to 'Hey Bimbo' . . ."
"... would make a fine surgeon . . ."
"Hey dude, nobody starts I.V.'s on me
but myself!"
In Ob-Gyne you find that every once in a while one of these Copper-7's just won't want
to come out.
144
"... Yeah, it's the same old story; one
minute you're just kissing on the couch,
then two weeks later he tells you he's
pregnant."
Tony tried to hold out on the isoniazid
as long as possible, but military T.B. of
the face was the last straw.
"Boy, these white jackets have pockets for everything!'
Pete's interest is piqued with the new
over-the-counter emetics.
I never thought I'd make it, but a fluke must have occurred:
I'm sure that Dr. Burr or Dr. Cross perhaps had erred.
But not being one to squabble over what is wrong or right,
I gracefully accepted their apparent oversight.
I started school in August, an ungodly time of year,
And great was my amazement when I finally showed up here.
My classmates were not exactly what I thought that they would be;
They were instead a highly pathologic potpourri.
Over who would get the front row seats they made a raucous fuss;
Myself, I found attendance to become extraneous.
When questioned by my peers about my means to stay afloat,
I'd reply, "My friends, in God we trust, and also coop notes!"
I'd justify the times when my performance was not stellar,
By saying "Hey, c'mon, you guys know that I'm just an average feller."
"And anyway, I've heard it said that basic science boors
Have awful times adjusting when they made it to the floors."
So I claimed my academic course of mediocrity
Was merely forsight into acting prophylactically.
Perhaps the best advice I've heard I've followed to a "T"
That in the end what really counts is "P = M.D."
The floors were not much different from the academic rut,
But in lieu of missing classes I would try to blow off scut.
While hanging out in surgery in hopes of seeing action,
They'd call me to the floors to do a finger disimpaction.
I'd no sooner finish that and think "Now what could be more fun?"
When the nurse would scream for I.V. help in room three-sixty-one.
And in the end I'd always find my efforts unrewarded;
My final grade and floor evals were always much distorted.
I'd bust my butt and break my back to only end up beaten
By attending floor evaluations calling me a cretin.
"Well fine," I'd say "I can forgive but never will forget . . .
You think you've heard the last from me, but no, alas, not yet."
"It flows downhill," to quote a prof who's know both far and wide
"I'm not much now," I'd say in truth, "but next year wait and see,
I'll get revenge as soon as I have students under me!"
"... Yeah, and remember the time
Student health mixed up the estrogen
and the Heptavax shots?"
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". . . of course, Ted Merrill is only my stage name here
at Chippendale's, but when the show's over, I'm just good
old Ted Guarino again . . ."
Dr. Spock
Director, De^t. of Ob-Gyne
University Hospital
Dear Director, YOUR HONOR, Sir,
I can't begin to tell you what a wonderful time I had
interviewing for a residency at YOUR FINE INSTITUTION.
Well, perhaps I might try. Allow me to say that it was both an
HONOR and a PRIVELIGE to even be in the same room with
someone of YOUR STATURE IN THE MEDICAL COMMUNI-
TY. I might add that your picture in the residency brochure
hardly does you justice; you have the physique of A MAN HALF
YOUR AGE. Not to mention your IMPECCABLE TASTE in
ties. You are, apparently, a man who KNOWS QUALITY when
he sees it.
As was pointed out numerous times during my FULFILL-
ING INTERVIEW, there may be a slight discrepancy regarding
my medical school grades; not being one for melodrama, I shall
try to refrain from telling you the gory details of how MY
WHOLE FAMILY was slain in a South American coup during
freshman finals. Nor shall I be so brazen as to mention the fact
that Albert Einstein actually flunked his first physics course. I
would hope that my ACTIVITIES would speak for themselves.
And although I haven't actually published, I have often toyed
with the idea. Please try to take my evaluations with a grain of
salt (unless you're hypertensive! Ha Ha!); I feel that three months
on a service is hardly enough time for an attending to get to know
you before he starts flinging slander and libel and other bilious
comments into your permanent record. When it come right down
to it, MY INTENTIONS are good; I've always wanted to be an
obstetrician as far as I can recall, maybe even from IN THE
WOMB.
Just wanted to drop you this little note and hope you enjoy
the enclosed ($$) gift. And although it is highly unethical to make
"arrangements" outside the match, let me just say that I
INTEND TO RANK YOUR PROGRAM QUITE HIGHLY,
somewhere in the upper half of my top two choices; I mean WAY
THE HECK UP THERE, meaning NOT LOW; get it? Well, I
have to get back to rereading Williams' Ob text. Until Match Day,
consider me
Residentally yours,
Ramona Lacerated-Pharynx, MS IV
". . . hmmm, let's see, I can go out with Betty on Friday,
but I'll have to bump Trish to Saturday. So that leaves
Donna for Tuesday, Liz on Wednesday . . ."
"Geez, I can't believe they stuck me here with Mae!"
"Yuck! I have to eat with that gross Steve Pfau! Will this
night ever end!?
146
Congratulations and Best Wishes
to the Class of 1986 from the
Administration, Faculty and
Alumni Relations Department of
Loyola University of Chicago
Stritch School of Medicine
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From the Editors:
Medical school impressed us. It was a long experience
which not once ceased to be amusing. The challenges it
presented, the situations it created, the changes it brought
about in ourselves, were great. But the people we encountered-
-indeed, shared our very lives with while experiencing those
changes--were so exceptional that we thought it tragic to allow
memory of them to drift away to wherever we stored the Urea
Cycle. In short, it's just been too good, too significant, not to
make some permanent record of it all which might someday jog
memories of how special it has been. So we produced this
yearbook. Our greatest regret is that these mere 148 pages
necessarily exclude innumerable people and experiences we
would like to have included.
Graduating from medical school is a challenge. And
creating a book like this at times seemed even more challenging.
But trying to accomplish both endeavors simultaneously — now
that's downright impossible— unless, of course, you've got a
whole lot of help and support. We enjoyed just that. We thank
those people who made the Plexus possible. Our memory and
appreciation of their help lives on in this book which has come
into being only through their support. We especially thank
those below.
Matt Nora
Joe Hildner
Alumni Relations, Dean Barbato, Frank Bourget, and the Jesuit Community for
their moral and financial support of the Plexus.
Steve Pfau First of all, for his being the only one of us who knew anything
about putting a yearbook together. His experience and expertise allowed the
piles of disorganization which were dumped onto his layout table to become
this yearbook; and for his role in getting us to subscribe to MTV to work
by. But mostly for his resolute commitment to team effort, no matter how nice
it was outside, how much sleep he needed, or other work (or people) he had
waiting.
Randy Lee for his omnipresent camera and meticulous darkroom wizardry.
Cathy Prince for her unnatural amount of forgiveness, for the hours she spent
alone, but most of all, for her persistence.
Joanne Cibula for her patient tolerance, her support, and willingness to remain
engaged.
Mae Gailani for her hours of help, encouragement, and lending us Steve.
Mary Pat Tierney for her award-winning sleuth work and uncanny ability to
actually get med school seniors to turn in articles.
Sharon (Buttercup) Berliant Master of Miscellaneous, we thank her for the
generous hours she spent typing, helping on layout days, and telephoning.
Pete Silver for his enthusiasm, persistent availability, & production work.
Lisa Wheatley and Marshall Steel for their deadline darkroom work.
Henry Veldenz for the photos we would never have had otherwise.
Joe Paris of the Pharmacology Department for giving us a ready-made darkroom.
Jim Cockerill of Dental Media for his guidance and exceptional generosity with
his personal time and equipment.
Dean of Students Office, especially Mike Lambesis, Lisa Krai, and Linda
Schomer, for technical assistance, and for putting up with us for so long.
Brother Michael Grace, S.J. of University Archives and Orthopedics dept. for
their assistance with the History of Stritch section.
Charlotte Given and E.R. Squibb & Sons for their insistent financial
contribution to this effort.
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Loyola, a Jesuit University among the largest in the world, fulfills its mission as healer through
its Stritch School of Medicine and the Medical Center. The Jesuit philosophy is based on the
respect for all life and is committed to the dignity and well-being of the whole person.
Loyola University of Chicago admits students without regard to their race, color, sex or national
or ethnic origin to all the rights, privileges, programs, and other activities generally accorded
or made available to students at the school. Loyola University does not discriminate on the
basis or race, color, sex or national or ethnic origin in administration of its educational policies,
admissions policies, scholarship and loan programs, and athletic and other school-administered
programs.
Otherwise qualified individuals are not subject to discrimination on the basis of handicap.
If you believe you have been discriminated against because of race, sex, national origin, or
handicap, please contact the Office of the Dean of Students.
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