My Father Was Your First Case
Language: en
This year, as one of the nation's leading neurosurgeons, I was flown in for a high-risk consult at a regional hospital out of state. Twenty years ago, I walked into this exact operating room. My father had suffered a massive cerebral hemorrhage. The attending surgeon's scalpel slipped by just half a centimeter. My father didn't make it. It was my college sweetheart, Grace, who held my hand and pulled me out of the dark. It wasn't until years later that I learned the truth. The attending of record was her mother, the hospital's famous chief of neurosurgery. But the hands on the scalpel…