In late March, my mother and I were having our routine Covid-19–era argument about my upcoming clinical duties. She said I was acting like a teenager. I said she was treating me like one. “What if you end up on a ventilator?” she asked. “I live or I die,” I said. She was silent. It was not my…
Once Upon a Time…the Hero Sheltered in Place
In late March, my mother and I were having our routine Covid-19–era argument about my upcoming clinical duties. She said I was acting like a teenager. I said she was treating me like one. “What if you end up on a ventilator?” she asked. “I live or I die,” I said. She was silent. It was not my…