My Vegas Move

I came to Saint George July of 2001. Two month later, 9/11 happened. My wife was still about 2000 miles away in New Orleans along with our autistic son. She is an internist and was finishing her medical residency. Those were stressful times. Those times also brought along the opportunity to serve patients in Utah, Nevada and Arizona.

Many of my patients have personally wished me well with this move; some I have seen for years; a few were ‘given’ just months to live ten years ago. Over the years, I also cried alongside few patients’ families, and God did not seem quite fair during those tough times.

During these eleven years, our family made many friends and had many beautiful moments including the birth of our younger son. 

The family needs are necessitating our move to a bigger town. With its glitz and glamour, divine scenery including Red Rock Canyon area right in its backyard, a beautiful international airport, nearby Mount Charleston to cool off during the summers, and Saint George (our wonderful home town for 11 years) a ‘stone’s throw away’, Las Vegas was a no-brainer.

Our Vegas move has been about a year in the making. During this time, I have met some wonderful people with big hearts in Las Vegas. Some a little beaten by the sluggish economy, but ready to dust off and get on.

I will be practicing in beautiful southwestern part of Las Vegas. This area has some of the most beautiful hospitals I have seen. I am gratified to have met some genuinely supportive people in these hospitals. I am looking forward to working with them.

I am looking forward to doing my best to be an asset to the city of Las Vegas.