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

funeral because of a crucial client meeting. He’d skipped my birthday dinner for a golf tournament. He’d arrived three hours late to my college reunion because he’d “lost track of time.”

But this was different. This was life and death.

They wheeled me into pre-op, where the anesthesiologist explained the risks in a gentle voice that made everything feel continue reading …