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

information that should have been mundane family knowledge but was landing like revelations. My mother stared at me as if seeing a stranger.

“You wrote a textbook?” she whispered.

“Two, actually,” I said, because at this point the distinction felt almost comical. “The second one covers minimally invasive techniques for infant heart defects.”

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