Dr. Morteza “Morey” Farizan, M.D., F.A.C.S., P.C., age 84, beloved husband, father, uncle, brother, son, friend, cousin and dedicated general and vascular surgeon, passed away peacefully at his home surrounded by his loving family on September 23, 2026.Farizan was born in 1942 to Ahmad and Mohtaram Farizan. He grew up in Iran’s capital city of Tehran with his two younger siblings, Fati, and the late Mostafa.From humble beginnings, his father insisted his eldest son be highly educated and took Morteza to a Point Four English class sponsored by the U.S. government in 1950. At age eight, Farizan was the youngest in the class of mostly adults and quickly became a star pupil. Farizan was hard-working as a student. After earning a top score on the Iranian national Konkur exam, he was accepted not only to the highly competitive Tehran University to study medicine, but also to the Higher Teachers’ Training College where he studied geography as well. As a young student he enjoyed hiking the Alborz mountains and playing street volleyball with dear childhood friends. After serving in the Iranian Air Force by working as a physician in the city of Dezful, he was offered a medical internship in Schenectady, New York. On December 24th, 1972 Farizan left his home country and found himself in the iciest and most isolating winter he’d ever experienced. Thinking of how to best pursue his passion of surgery and helping patients, Farizan found himself in Boston where he furthered his specialty at Boston University School of Medicine. The greater Boston area became his home and a place of purpose where he practiced medicine, helping patients in the communities of Falmouth, Quincy, Dorchester, Jamaica Plain, and Milton for almost fifty years through his private surgical practice. Always one to put patients first, he had a stellar bedside manner, taught interns, saw the city change from the ‘70s to the 2020s, and always answered nurses cheerfully when they would call him in the middle of the night. Putting his purpose first, he would not follow up on an unpaid bill if he knew a patient could not afford the expense. He held his private practice at Carney Hospital for close to four decades until his retirement, joking that his colleagues and the nuns dubbed him honorary Irish Catholic, especially his longtime friend, the late Dr. Mitch Carroll. He had fond memories of the nurses and staff at Carney Hospital, Milton Hospital, Quincy Hospital, and Lemuel Shattuck Hospital. He loved his work, his colleagues, and fulfilling his purpose of saving lives and healing patients. In 1983, he married the love of his life Shabnam Amini, a Northeastern University graduate by way of Tabriz, Iran. The two, on paper, could not be more different. But they shared forty four years together, on a foundation of optimism, love of family, and building a home filled with joy and harmony. Dr. Farizan is survived by his immediate family: his wife Shabnam, his daughter, Sara Farizan, an award-winning author, and Donna Farizan, an award-winning journalist and media personality. While his daughters did not pursue medicine, he always supported their dreams and followed in his father’s footsteps by making sure they had the best education possible. He always asked if a town library or bookstore carried Sara’s books and he always tuned in to watch Donna on NBC’s “TODAY” Show. He loved them unconditionally and the feeling is forever mutual. Dr. Farizan is also survived by his brothers-in-law Mohammed and Ali Amini, his mother-in-law Ashraf Amini, his niece Rana, his sister Fati, his niece, nephews, and other relatives throughout the world. Dr. Farizan loved to laugh, never met a fried clam or onion ring he didn’t enjoy, had many travels, and relished in life’s simple pleasures like going on walks in his neighborhood or tending to the flowers in his backyard. A staunch listener of NPR, WBUR, and WGBH, he was invested in the goings on of the world as well as his two hometowns, Tehran and Boston, while sipping on black coffee or chai. Knowing all about the fragility of life and death from his high-stakes emergency room work, he was never one to sweat the small stuff and took Frank Sinatra’s lyrics to “That’s Life” and “My Way” to heart. Whether he was operating on a young gunshot wound victim, a senior citizen with appendicitis, or an inmate, he never brought the intensity of his work home. His family will miss him forever and celebrate his love of life always.In lieu of flowers, please donate to the Mass General Brigham Cancer Institute in his honor.