They Cut Me Off In Med School—Until They Saw My Name On The ER Badge

brain functioned, my mouth produced the right words, but part of me floated above, tethered only loosely to the impatient beeping of monitors and the squeak of gurney wheels.

Every so often, I checked the OR board, tracking the progress of Claire’s surgery. Procedure started. Procedure ongoing. Estimated time to completion.

When the call finally came—”She’s continue reading …