The stent that didn’t fit

I tried to place a stent today in a left main lesion—small, tortuous, the kind that makes your hands tremble even when you’re not looking. It wouldn’t seat right. I kept adjusting, repositioning, felt the resistance like a whisper: not yet. Finally, I stepped back, let the catheter stay where it was, and just… waited. After three minutes of silence, the guide wire slipped through. The stent went in smooth. I don’t know if it was skill or surrender. But I’ve been thinking about that hush ever since—how sometimes the body knows before the mind does.