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

scrub in on a three-year-old with a congenital heart defect, speak with terrified parents, walk into an OR where an entire team waited for my hands to do what they’d been trained to do.

“Now I go home,” I said. “I have surgery at six a.m. A three-year-old with double outlet right ventricle and VSD. Her parents are terrified, but I’ve told them we’ll continue reading …