Thursday, June 27, 2013


Yesterday I witnessed medical care both progressive and arrogant, in the person of one surgeon.
And then I witnessed a ninety-year-old mother in a wheelchair at the bedside of her sixty-three year old son, speaking to him gently as he shook off the anesthesia and absorbed the news that the procedure he had so feared was behind him.



  1. I've never met a surgeon who wasn't arrogant. Seems to be part of the training...

  2. I am privileged to work with amazingly, compassionate, competent trauma surgeons who genuinely care about both patients and their families and their role as one of a team member