The Error Margin

Summary

This year, as the leading neurosurgical authority in the country, I received a request for a fly-in surgery in another state.

Twenty years ago, I had been in this very operating room.

My mother suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, and the lead surgeon missed by half a centimeter.

My mother died, and it was my first love, Oliver Sterling, who comforted me and helped me move on.

Only later did I discover that the lead surgeon was his father, the hospital’s renowned Chief of Neurosurgery, but the one actually holding the scalpel was Oliver, a medical intern.