A sobering report was just released about the suicide rate among surgeons.

In it, 6 percent indicated they'd had recent suicidal thoughts, compared to 3 percent of the general population.

We tend to think of these people as gods (and goddesses).

And I know I hold my dad's surgeon in very high esteem. But despite their rigorous and fine training, they still make mistakes--and sometimes those mistakes are fatal.

How do they, these gods among us, seek help?