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During Dad's Medical Award, They Mocked My 'Small Operation'—Until His Director Saw My Chart

#aita #reddit #redditstories During Dad's Medical Award, They Mocked My 'Small Operation'—Until His Director Saw My Chart ‪‪@echoofwrath-w2y‬ The engraved invitation sat on my kitchen counter for two weeks before I decided to go. Dr. Richard Hayes cordially invites you to celebrate his receipt of the Distinguished Cardiologist Award. Black tie reception. St. Augustine Medical Center Grand Ballroom. My father. Being honored for saving hearts while he'd spent six months telling me my heart condition was nothing to worry about. "You're coming, aren't you?" Mom had asked during her weekly check-in call. "Your father's worked his entire career for this recognition. It would mean so much to him." I was twenty-nine, a high school biology teacher, and I'd had open-heart surgery eight weeks ago. The scar down my sternum was still pink and raised. I couldn't lift anything over ten pounds. I got winded walking up stairs. But Dad needed me there. "I'll come," I said quietly. "Wonderful! And Emma, please don't... you know. Talk too much about the surgery. People want to celebrate your father's achievements, not hear about medical procedures." My medical procedure. The aortic valve replacement that had required stopping my heart, putting me on bypass, and sawing through my sternum. The operation that came after six months of worsening symptoms—chest pain, shortness of breath, fainting spells—that Dad had dismissed as anxiety and deconditioning. "I'm a cardiologist, Emma," he'd said when I'd begged him to take my symptoms seriously. "I think I know the difference between a cardiac event and a panic attack. You're twenty-nine. Your heart is fine." My heart wasn't fine. The bicuspid aortic valve I'd been born with had deteriorated to critical stenosis. By the time I'd collapsed at school and been rushed to the ER, my ejection fraction was 35%. Another month and I would have been in heart failure. But Dad called it a "small operation" when he told colleagues about it. "Minor valve issue. Routine fix." The night of the ceremony, I dressed carefully in a navy gown that hid how much weight I'd lost. The fatigue was still overwhelming—cardiac surgery recovery took months, Dr. Chen had warned me. My father had warned me nothing except to stop being dramatic. The ballroom glittered with St. Augustine's medical elite. Dad stood at the center, resplendent in his tuxedo, surrounded by admirers. He'd built the cardiology department from nothing, saved countless lives, published groundbreaking research. He deserved recognition. He just couldn't see that I'd needed saving too. "Emma!" My brother Derek appeared, drink in hand. He was a resident in orthopedic surgery, following the family tradition. "You made it! How are you feeling?" "Tired, but okay." "Good, good. Listen, Dad's going to make some remarks soon. He's planning to thank the family. Try to look enthusiastic, okay? He's been stressed about this event." He's been stressed. I'd had my chest cracked open and my heart stopped, but Dad was stressed about his award ceremony. The program began with video tributes from grateful patients. Dad had indeed saved lives—dramatic rescues, innovative procedures, compassionate care. The audience was moved. Mom dabbed at her eyes. Derek beamed with pride. I sat in the back, trying to breathe normally through the tightness in my chest that Dr. Chen said was normal post-operative discomfort but felt like my sternum was being pried apart again. After the formal presentation, the reception opened. Donors mingled with physicians. I found a chair near the wall and stayed there, conserving energy. "Emma Hayes?" A woman in her sixties approached, elegant in emerald silk. "I'm Dr. Judith Moss. I worked with your father years ago before moving to Boston. How are you? Your father mentioned you'd had some health issues recently." "I'm recovering from surgery," I said carefully. "Oh? Nothing serious, I hope?" #aita #reddit #redditstories #redditstory #revengestory #revenge