The Quiet
There’s a kind of quiet in surgery that isn’t about sound. It’s the space that forms between chaos and control — the breath before the cut, the pause after the code, the stillness between exhaustion and resolve. Most days, I avoid it. The Quiet has a way of revealing too much. It amplifies the fatigue I’ve been ignoring, the doubts I’ve pushed aside, the body I’ve been borrowing from tomorrow to…















