Temple University School of Medicine - Skull Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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IN LOVING MEMORY OF Holly Ann Canavan IN MEMORY OF HOLLY CANAVAN TUMS CLASS OF%02 Healthier Todays. Brighter Tomorrows.' Some people come into our lives and quickly go. others stay for a while and leave footprints on our hearts and we are never the same. A Healing Touch From time to time God sends people to earth who are meant to inspire us by their daily lives. Holly was one of those people. Despite discouraging words from her father, her professor and others. Holly never wavered from her goal of becoming a doctor. Daily busy-ness and difficulties have a way of sapping the energy out of life, but Holly always had the extra strength to help others with their studies, their struggles, and listening for many hours, giving counsel when needed. A quiet calmness in the midst of troubled waters, describes one of Holly's gifts. A gift that was the foundation for healing the physical and emotional ills of others. Her heart was pure. You got to laugh! You got to laugh at yourself! Holly had the gift of laughter. When we think of her we can always hear her laugh - it lightens the load. A smile and a kind word to lift another's spirit - or her own. She sure had this gift. We remember the rejection letters from various medical schools - Holly's response was Oh well, and then she would smile and say I still have one more to hear from. And then the acceptance letter from Temple came - oh the joy! Holly enjoyed 60 days of medical school, making new friends and living life to her full potential. On November 1,1998, she was called to a higher place to inspire others with her heavenly touch. So whatever hour you are blessed with, take it with grateful heart, nor postpone your joys from year to year,so you may truly say you have lived happily! Thanks Holly for your healing touch!!! Love Always, Dad, Mom, Michelle Kristen Temple University School of Medicine • 19

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IN MEMORIAM Helen R. Buckley, Ph.D. Helen R. Buckley, Professor of Microbiology and Immunology at Temple University Hospital and School of Medicine, died on February 28. 2001 (Ash Wednesday) following esophageal cancer. She was 65. After receipt of her B.S. in Biology from Chestnut Hill College in Philadelphia, Dr. Buckley served as a research Assistant at the College of Physicians and Surgeons at Columbia University (1956-61). She then went on to pursue a fellowship in Portugal (1961-64), and later received a Diploma in Immunology from the University of London, and a Ph.D. in Medical Mycology from the University of London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine (1968). In 1977, she moved to Philadelphia and became an Associate Professor of Microbiology and Immunology at the TUSM.and Director of the Mycology Laboratory at the TUH. In 1984 she rose to the rank of Professor of Microbiology and Immunology at Temple. Dr. Buckley was a fellow of the American Academy of Microbiology, and a fellow of the Infectious Disease Society of America. She served on numerous committees, both at Temple and abroad. She was probably best known and loved as a teacher and mentor of medical and graduate students. Dr. Buckley was an advisor to 7 Master s degree graduate students, 13 Ph.D. candidates, and 6 post-doctoral fellows, many of whom have moved on to important and influential positions in microbiology, public health, and medicine. She has been recognized for her insightful, encouraging and supportive teaching roles, and was the recipient of the George A. Sowell Award for Excellence in Basic Science Teaching, and the Christian R. and Mary F. Lindback Award for Distinguished Teaching. Dr. Buckley has been very active and influential in the teaching of human fungal disease to medical students, graduate students, allied health students, residents, dermatologists and others. She was actively involved with the Minority Access to Research Careers (MARC) Program, which provides summer research opportunities for interested high school students from underrepresented minority groups. This program, and Dr. Buckley particularly, offered both inspiration and training for the pursuit of further education in medical sciences for many young students. As a research mentor to African-American and Latino high school students from Philadelphia and elsewhere. Dr. Buckley often chose the youngest students in the program in the hopes of working with them over several years. She was a very kind and patient mentor, and was often very successful in conveying the passion she felt for her work to her students, particularly by emphasizing how their research work would directly affect and benefit patients. As an acknowledgement of her activities in the mentoring of minority students. Dr. Buckley was to receive the 2001 William A. Hinton Research Training Award from the American Society for Microbiology. The award is presented by the ASM in honor of Dr. William A. Hinton, a physician-research scientist whose work advanced the field of diagnostic microbiology and who had the distinctive honor of being one of the first African-Americans to become a member of the ASM. Helen will be sorely missed not only by her immediate family but countless friends, colleagues. and former students who loved her dearly. She gave infinitely of herself to all she encountered, and her memory will live on and flourish in those who learned from her. Excerpts taken from obituary by Dr. Allan L. Truant 18 • 2002 Skull

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SEPTEMBER 1 1th reflections In a nursing dormitory in Bethlehem. Pennsylvania at around 3:00pm on September 11th, 2001, a medical student named Pete wandered into the television lounge sleepy-eyed. A dozen other medical students sat with eyes like glazed marbles watching the television. I was one of them.doing an away rotation in cardiology. ’Hey guys. How's everybody doing? And then he stopped short and asked innocently, ignorantly, still in a groggy state, ‘What's going on?’ A couple students simply looked in his direction in disbelief, their thoughts were undoubtedly on the order of “How could you be so stupid to not know? Where were you for the last six hours? How could you sleep through such an important event? How could anybody sleep through such an important event? A few simply shook their heads. Pete slowly sat down, while another student in hushed tones enlightened him about the monumentous tragedy that overtook the spirit of all citizens of the United States of America. Holy something was his only reaction before he too joined the stony-faced cadre of students to watch cable news in an unsettling state of disbelief. The event now known as simply “September 1 lth“ occurred on a beautiful September morning in New York City, the major site of tragedy. The sun shone bright and the sky was blue. Many New Yorkers were arriving at their workplaces by car, bus. train, and foot, when at 8:48am the large Boeing 767 jet of American Airlines flight 11 crashed into the 85th floor of the World Trade Center's north tower. My wife Lori who worked at Mount Sinai in the upper-east side was in the laboratory around 9:00am, where the whole floor was speaking of the crash. There was a consensus that this must have been some sort of accident. Then. United flight 175 crashed into the south tower at 9:03am. At that point everybody knew what had happened. For the first time since Pearl Harbor, and In an equally devious way, the United States was under attack on its home soil.Work in the lab stalled as all honed in on the radio news broadcasts. The fire of the World Trade Center sent smoke towering into the air, and people were seen peering out of windows above. Trapped, some chose to leap to their deaths rather than die in flame. At 9:43am a third plane crashed into the organizational seat of American military might, the Pentagon. Twenty six minutes later the south tower of the World Trade Center collapsed in a cloud of dust and debris as the supports buckled under the intense heat of burning jet fuel. We all watched in utter disbelief as thousands were killed. Telephone calls to New York City were met with busy signals from 9am until after 3pm. Lori wisely emailed a “text message to my cellular telephone, communicating her safety which I quickly relayed to her family.Airports across the country were shut down. Around 10:10am. Lori was sent home amidst some minor concern that a tall “jewish hospital might also be a target. Shortly afterwards the second tower came down. Finally at 10:40am United flight 93 crashed in Somerset east of Pittsburgh. It was learned that this flight also was hijacked and bound for a target in Washington DC, but was prevented from fulfilling its fiery goal by a heroic group passengers who sacrificed themselves by overtaking the hijackers. The series of destructive events thus ended, and America was left to digest the occurrences of the day. It is strange to remember a particular day so vividly. We will all remember where we were and what we felt. I was on my way into the hospital, when a student in the television lounge beckoned. Confusion, disbelief, sadness, concern for loved ones, a feeling of helplessness went through my mind in rapid succession. September 11th had been for me and many the worst day of our lives. A mere two weeks until the Step2 boards, my studying was hindered by an angry numbness which overtook all concrete thought processes. I like others sat around and watched the news for days. Our perspective of the world would never again be the same. Nearly 3,000 people lost their lives or remain missing. On a day in between residency interviews. I visited the viewing platform at the World Trade Center site. The 800.000 tons of debris had been largely cleared away, and an empty pit was all that remained of the skyscrapers. It was a sad and moving day. Walls along the streets held thousands of pictures of loved ones, prayers for the police and fire departments of New York, crosses, and flowers. People from all over the country had given their support in words and art. The quiet desolation was profound, but I knew that our country eventually would overcome. Deep inside behind the new vulnerability there lies a confidence that we will prevail, adapt and arise anew, that freedom begets strength and that righteousness triumphs over evil. Our world is changed, but we are up to the task. -Huchun Hu 20 • 2002 Skull