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

pediatric surgery, pioneer in my field, saver of lives. I’d built this identity not for them, but for myself and for every child whose chest had opened beneath my hands, whose heart had stopped and started again because I’d refused to give up.

That was my legacy. That was my truth. And whether my family ever fully understood it didn’t matter anymore,continue reading …