I went to a bar last night — and I looked good: red coat, black dress, knee-high suede boots. I was feeling pretty good. I met my best friend at this bar — he lives elsewhere now — but this is his favorite spot in the world. Like No…
Category: surgery
I’m a surgeon and I don’t depend on narcotics
I recently had a conversation with a new patient who was referred for surgery. As it happens, she discussed me with people she knew before her appointment. I like patients to look me up, talk to friends, find out who I am, and come with an expectation …
The stigma of motherhood in medicine
Women who become doctors must often choose between motherhood and medicine. I’m a mother and a surgeon. I never thought of choosing between the two, even though my employers often asked me to. Today I work as a trauma surgeon in a busy practice. It’s b…
The pale, very sick girl in the emergency department
An excerpt from A Mistake: A Novel. “Hello there,” Elizabeth said, leaning over the girl, smiling. “Hello. Hello Lisa.” The girl looked up at her accusingly. “My name is Elizabeth Taylor. Please call me Liz. I’m the consultant surgeon, and this is my r…