I was under anesthesia when it wore off too early. I couldn’t open my eyes, but I heard my son’s wife tell the surgeon: “If something goes wrong, don’t call her lawyer. Call me first.”

The silence afterward was suffocating.

Finally, the chairman — a retired judge — slowly removed his glasses.

“Mrs. Whitmore,” he said quietly, “would you like to file a formal complaint?”

“I already have.”

The conference room doors opened immediately.

Two investigators from the medical board entered first.

A financial crimes detective followed behind them.continue reading …