They Thought I Had a “Little Medical Job”—Until My Name on the Hospital Wing Came Up at Dinner

flickered: me in their living room, plate balanced on my knees, saying “Work’s been good. I actually got promoted to chief of pediatric surgery.” My mother’s immediate “Oh, that’s nice, dear,” followed by her turning to Jonathan: “Tell us about that new car you were considering. Was it the BMW or the Mercedes?” The conversation had flowed around me continue reading …