He Missed My Surgery When I Needed Him Most—What the Surgeon Handed Me Wasn’t From Him

he was racing here, maybe he’d gotten the calls, maybe—

“Can’t come. Business dinner. Handle it.”

Eight words. Eight words to dismiss the fact that his wife was about to go under the knife alone while her body fought a potentially fatal infection. Eight words that somehow managed to be both cruel and casual, like he was declining an invitation to coffee continue reading …