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

I operated for seven hours.

My hands were steady. My decisions were sound. I did exactly what I’d trained twenty years to do.

The patient survived.

I can’t tell you more than that.

But when I finally walked out of that OR at 4:37 AM on Christmas morning, exhausted and shaking from adrenaline, I knew that I’d just performed the most important surgery of continue reading …