Learning that I wanted to return to work, my old boss shook his head, "General Hospital is the best in the city. You can't just come and go as you please. Despite your PhD, you've been out of practice for seven years, and no hospital would dare let you operate again."
Seven years ago, when Arianna gave birth to our son Gabe, neither of our parents were fit to help, and several nanny abuse scandals had just surfaced. After discussing it with Arianna, I decided to quit my job and became a rare full-time dad.
At that time, I was already a chief neurosurgeon. My old boss advised me against quitting, saying that if I could overcome the current difficulties, my career prospects would be bright.
But back then, I thought it was much harder for a woman to return to the workforce than for a man. If someone had to quit, it had to be me.
Besides, Arianna's job wasn't easy either.
We just had different roles.
But in the end, I only moved myself.
After my persistent requests, my old boss finally informed me, "Next month, there's a public recruitment for a radiologist position in a county hospital. If you are interested, you should prepare for it."