It all began innocently enough.
A friend of ours recently underwent a grueling 10-hour back surgery, when it was expected to only be 6 hours; only by comparison does a 6-hour surgery seem like “not so much.” You can imagine the mental and physical state of the surgeon at the end of it all. And the anaesthesiologist. And her husband, Jim. And, last but certainly not least, our friend, Stella.
We thought to ourselves, “We should take them a meal or something.” Continue reading