Our doctors have been nothing short of amazing here. I’ll start with our anesthesiologist, Dr. Maze. Who should be called, “Dr. Amazing” because that is what he is. I was standing in the hallway the day after we had found out kind of what was going on with Ronan and Dr. Maze saw me holding Ronan and stopped and pulled me aside to ask what was going on. I had never seen this man before in my life but as soon as he saw me, and saw how scared I looked holding on to my baby boy, he took the time to find out what was going on. He asked who had done his anesthesia previously and I couldn’t remember and he said, “It doesn’t matter, this little “pupski” is mine now. I’m taking care of you.” This man has been there morning, noon, and night for us. Even when the nurses say he’s too busy to come, I’ll have them call him anyway and he is always there to do his anesthesia, hug me, tell Ronan he loves him, and that everything is going to be alright for his “pupski.” Last night he came up to check on us and sat with Woody and I and asked how we were holding up. He looked at us and said, “Are you two taking anytime to be together?” We both told him how that was not possible now. He then said, “I’m telling you this as your friend, you two need to take time to be together, even during this awful time.” He said it with such concern in his eyes that you know that this man is much more than a doctor; he is another one of our angels.