New York Times -- I met Ed (not his real name) during internship, the year after we both graduated from medical school. Built like a competitive wrestler, Ed was an Ivy League college graduate and one of his medical school’s top students, a 27-year-old who wanted nothing more than to become a general surgeon. Like me, he was enamored with the fearlessness that seemed to characterize the specialty. At a dinner during our first month on the job, Ed told the rest of us, “I love that nothing scares a general surgeon.” A dreamy look passed over his well-chiseled face as he continued, “They can take care of it all.”
