My beloved brother died on the table under the knife of one of the most skilled surgeons we could find. He did his job properly and a damn <blood clot killed my brother. The skilled surgeon did not kill my brother.
The surgeon was as devasted as I.
Medicine is not perfect.
I wish they had caught this guy alive. I would have liked to have heard what he had to say for himself. His mother passed away 20 years ago. Usually time will dull the pain and anger but Pappas must have nursed that anger to keep it alive for so many years. Does the guy have wife? I'd like to see her debriefed. Surely she was aware of his obsession.