I Went to Surprise My Husband at Work—His Colleague Looked at Me With Tears and Asked, “He Hasn’t Told You Anything, Has He?”

Stopped expecting Maya to understand work emergencies simply because Dad saved lives.

We became less heroic.

Much healthier.

One Sunday morning, years after I first carried that brown paper bag through Saint Jude’s lobby, Garrett was making pancakes.

Badly.

Maya, now much older, complained about the first batch.

“You’re a surgeon.

How are circles this hard?”