Surgeon Junior

“They lied to me,” my patient’s wife said, staring out the window, avoiding eye contact. Mrs. J was pissed, I had been warned when I...

Every year as we transition from an intern to a second-year, to a third-year and so on, we abruptly level up. After twelve strange,...

Two main fears sneak up on me at work. One I say this somewhat jokingly, but the sentiment is true: I’m terrified of killing my patients....