I was alone, driving north on the Chicago I-294 tollway, after a quick trip to Cincinnati ended in the failure to secure a cardiothoracic surgeon to perform a robotic completion pericardiectomy. I was contemplating my future, as I had only one surgical consult remaining on the calendar in Dallas the following week. As if on cue, a song came on the radio. It was Casting Crown’s “You’re Already There...” From where I'm standin' Lord, it's so hard for me to see Where this is