a hair’s breadth. Checked again.
“Secure,” I said. “Flow to aneurysm stopped. Parent vessels patent. Patel?”
“Neuromonitoring unchanged. All signals intact.”
Only then did I exhale.
Ninety more minutes of closure. When I finally stepped back from the table, my shoulders carried the full weight I had held away by force for the better part of six hours. continue reading …
