I grew up in Idaho with limited exposure to the Hutch ― all I really knew was that it was a place where Grandpa Hutch tried to find ways to help people get better. When I moved to Seattle in 1999, my tangible exposure to my family legacy began when I lived with my Grandma Hutch. We would sit together for hours with her telling me stories and showing me photos of Fred and my grandfather. When I had the opportunity to join the Hutch Award committee, I jumped at it because I knew I wanted to get involved to see what the Hutch was all about. Helping others is something that I’ve learned from the beginning from my family, but I never really knew how to give back and carry on my grandfather’s legacy until I started volunteering at the Hutch.
I remember a day at a family reunion in Idaho, when I was about 7 years old. As soon as lunch was cleared from the table, my grandfather’s black bag came out. My Aunt Mary set her arm down on the table, and my grandfather proceeded to cut her open and remove a fatty tumor from her arm ― in the middle of a family reunion, with kids running around! I was super intrigued with what he was doing ― and nauseous ― and from that moment, I wanted to be a doctor. But in college, I became intrigued by the financial world, mostly through working with my father.
My grandfather told me, “Not that you wouldn’t make a good doctor, but it’s about your heart, it’s not about anything else. You have to love this.” He was beautiful in his message, something I’m sure his patients experienced.