or rather, surgery.
Here’s the bitty part (make sure you read the comments).
Our bodies dance. We move, groan, weep, exhale. A thousand tiny deaths each time your heart beats, a thousand births–more. Our cells grow, divide, do their duties, die and are consumed constantly throughout our lives.
Surgery is an imposer upon this dance. Interrupting the flow, like a outcropping in the path of a waterfall, firm hands overtake our bodies, and move our inner beings. To do that, to move us like that, requires confidence on a grand scale. From my (lesser) experience, confidence is not something surgeons lack.
For that matter, neither do family practice doctors.
Find someone, anyone, who has spent upwards of twenty years practicing their craft, and is good at it. Do they lack confidence? Do they say, “Aw, shucks, you know it weren’t me,” and mean it? If such a person exists, I haven’t met them yet.
