Musing of a Contemporary Pathologist

Thoughts on One More Birthday

Contrary to T.S. Eliot, April is definitely not—at least for me—the cruelest month. To the contrary, April has always meant springtime, sunshine, light rains (“ … April showers bring May flowers …”) and the promise of summer warmth and vacations. My mother was in labor struggling to deliver me for more than two days. Finally, on Wednesday, April 26, 1939, I entered the world weighing almost 9.5 pounds,...

Doctors who write; It all began with Ctesius of Cnidus

A question I am often asked about my first novel, A Little Piece of Me, is: why did you write it? This is usually followed by: how long did it take? I also get asked if it is based on something in my life. I did study a liver biopsy with the same condition affecting the little boy in the book and, as I called the pediatrician to relay the diagnosis, I wondered about the effect of this condition on a family about...