Not smart enough to be scared
Every time I submit to some new medical indignity, I think to myself, “Well, I can’t write about THAT in my column,” and then of course I do. First there was an 11-hour surgery to excise a benign acoustic tumor which, thanks to the prompt and expert diagnosis of my friend Dr. Bill Bartolovich, was discovered snug up against my brain stem, signaling its existence through the symptom of double vision. A tag-team of world-class neurosurgeons hinged my left ear and tunneled in behind, removing all the acoustic paraphernalia blocking their way, and scraped out enough of the tumor to ...