This book exists because of one person: my editor, Kevin Doughten. Good Great guy.
Heather, my girl, you’ve endured far too many moments when, staring into your eyes, my thoughts were a thousand miles away, reliving a cardiac arrest. You are the best person I know, and every day that I wake up next to you is a good one.
Acknowledgments would not be complete without thanking my family: my mother, Belinda, who introduced me to Talking Heads; my father, Bernie, who really is holding out hope that I become a dermatologist; and my sister, Megan. Who loves you, baby?
I am fortunate to be surrounded by a wildly talented group of friends—Rach, Charlie, Ben, and John—and by thoughtful people who worked so hard on this book: Claire Potter, Lauren Kuhn, Danielle Crabtree, Jessica Miele, and Sarah Kwak, to name just a few. Scott Waxman, a wonderful agent and friend, thank you for your continued support and encouragement.
I also want to acknowledge the men and women who work at Columbia making the world a better, more dignified place. And to the patients who have trusted us, thank you.