The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

“I want to be a surgeon,” I’d repeated.

My father had looked uncomfortable. “Let’s see how college goes first. No need to get ahead of ourselves.”

But I knew. I’d always known. From the first time I’d watched a medical drama on TV and felt something click into place—the precision, the pressure, the absolute requirement of competence—I’d understood that continue reading …