Chapter 19

I spent the better part of my day operating on two patients who had been involved in a pretty nast car accident. By the time they were brought in, they had lost a lot of blood and their vessels were quite weak. But the surgery was their only chance at survival so it had to be done.

I was going to add this to the list of delicate moments—and surgeries—I have performed in my life. If one was to ask me and I was supposed to be a hundred percent honest, I would have said that both patients had less than fifty percent chance of survival;

especially the young girl who was the victim of an accident caused by a drunk driver.

Truthfully, no doctor wants to be associated with failed surgeries, myself included. So why bother taking up a surgery when you are almost certain that it is going to be a lost cause?

The reason I began medical school might not have been because I had the passion for it. At first, this was the case. My parents wanted me to follow in their footsteps, to continue their