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

at thirty-four, I became an attending surgeon at St. Augustine Medical Center in Washington, D.C.

St. Augustine was a Level 1 trauma center. We handled the worst cases in the region—car accidents, gunshot wounds, industrial accidents, anything that came through the door bleeding and broken.

I thrived.

I worked constantly. Took the difficult cases. Taught continue reading …