A lawsuit hits a physician very personally, which lawyers always fail to understand:

“I hear you joined the club,” he repeated. “I read in the paper today you’re being sued.” I nearly dropped the phone and fell over. It was a local paper in Oregon to which he referred, no longer part of my world. I’d heard not a damn thing about it; didn’t know by whom or over what. But it hit me like… well, it hit me like a lawsuit. And it was only the first blow in a series that lasted over a couple of years, wrenching me back and forth, up and down, tearing me apart in every possible way. Robbing my sleep, souring my outlook, breaking my cherry in the most bloody of ways. At the time my dad was Chief Judge of the Oregon Court of Appeals. My brother was (and is) a very big-time lawyer. Neither of them ever understood how or why it was so deeply painful. “Why are you taking it so personally,” they’d ask, completely seriously. “It’s just the way the system works.”

Update:
Here’s part 2.