I had the pleasure of knowing Greg at Stanford from the time he was an intern until he graduated most recently. He shared his humor, his intellect and his friendship with me. I am just one of the many people he meant so much to. I am so greatly sorry for your loss and hope that you find comfort in the living memorial that you are building for Greg. He is very sorely missed.
My prayers and thoughts are with you and your family.
The words that follow will undoubtedly fall short of the deep sincerity that I am attempting to convey. I met Greg at Stanford, he as a surgery resident and myself as a secretary in the ER. We quickly became friends. I knew early on that this was a unique human being that would affect me in unimaginable ways and surpass the meaning of the word ‘friend’. I was right. Here are just 2 of my precious memories of Greg… Continue reading →
This is a picture of Greg winning the vascular resident of the year (pictured with Dr. Lee, vascular surgeon at Stanford giving him the award). He was so unbelieavably talented and this shows recognition of a portion of that talent from the Stanford vascular department. All of us at Stanford will miss Greg tremendously and will never forget everything he gave to us and all of the lives he has touched.
I am one of Greg’s Harvard College classmates. I only knew him casually in college. He was charming and very witty, and I always enjoyed chatting with him, though I never had the chance to get to know him that well.
At our Ten Year Reunion in June of 2009 I was lucky enough to reconnect with him a bit. It was great to see him, and he seemed to be thriving. We talked about many things, but he was so modest he never mentioned to me that he was a resident in surgery at Stanford, which is right near where my parents live.
Fast forward to December of 2009, and there my father and I were in Stanford Hospital, waiting outside the operating room while my mother was having brain surgery, and Greg just happened to walk by. It was one of the most difficult moments of our lives. Continue reading →
I wanted to send my warmest wishes and condolences. Greg was a friend and a role model. I met him when I was a 4th year medical student and he was an intern, and then shared this residency with him for the next 4 years.
He was always full of advice, very patient, helpful and funny.
He used to come over and study sometimes, occasionally with beer and often with his music.
A representative story is from the beginning of my intern year – I was at a party for the conclusion of Greg’s intern year. It was his first night of freedom after finishing internship, and my first night of call as a new intern. I received a page from theVA hospital about a patient who had just developed an abnormal heart rhythm. Feldman must have noticed the look of Continue reading →
I was a 3rd year medical student at Stanford when I met Greg during his surgical internship five years ago. We spent countless hours together on the general surgery service at the Palo Alto VA, which was one of my first as a medical student. He taught me basic skills like how to remove surgical staples, he corrected my documentation and did all of the numerous things we do to teach each other the technical aspects of doctoring. But more importantly, he reminded me why I entered medical school in the first place.
I was very fortunate to have known Greg for the past 5 years. Greg’s charm was undeniable, as was his humble and kind heart and I will always cherish every moment spent with him.
I met Greg during the summer of 2005, when he was a brand-new intern at Stanford. I worked in the cardiothoracic intermediate ICU and we frequently shared patients. I thought I was helping out by “translating” for the patient and Greg in Spanish. He let me do this for about 5 minutes before he started speaking his eloquent Spanish. I was amazed, and embarrassed at the same time (that his Spanish was so much better than mine, and I’m a native speaker)… This was my first encounter with him and I always joked and reminded him about how he made me suffer through my terrible Spanish in front of the patient. Continue reading →