I’m a retired surgeon. Late one night, a former colleague called me and said my daughter had been rushed to the emergency room.
My phone rang at 11:43 p.m., and the voice on the other end made my heart stop before I even understood the words. “Richard, get to St. Mary’s now,” Dr. Alan Mercer said. “It’s your daughter.” Alan and I had worked together for more than twenty years. I knew his voice in operating rooms, during…
