It is a collaboration.
They build the box, but you have to agree to fold yourself into it, one accommodation at a time, until you have forgotten you were ever any other shape.
I had a decade of medicine in me and a department full of people who called me chief, and I had let this family convince me, at their dinners, that I was a woman who contributed nothing.
It took my husband collapsing in another woman’s apartment to remind me, in the one language I have never been able to forget, exactly what I am.
Chapter 8 — Dr. Hartcastle
The trauma-bay doors banged open and the on-call cardiologist came out with an updated panel in his hand — and stopped dead when he saw me.