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

Maybe we’d find our way back to each other in some new configuration. One where they asked questions and listened to answers. One where Jonathan said “Tell me about your latest case” and actually wanted to know.

Or maybe we wouldn’t.

Either way, I would be okay. I’d been okay for a long time without their recognition—not always happy, not always peaceful,continue reading …