I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind, Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng, Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind, But I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, all the time, because the dance was long: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.… Continue reading Gone With The Wind
Tag: Plastic Surgery
You Know You’re at a Plastic Surgery Meeting When…
My friend Dawn and I recently attended an evening meeting of the Houston Society of Plastic Surgeons. Since we were invited guests, and not plastic surgeons, we didn’t stop on the way into the lovely formal dining room to pick up our name badges because the organizers had not made them for us. On the… Continue reading You Know You’re at a Plastic Surgery Meeting When…
And Speaking of Plastic Surgery
I have a new favorite doctor show, “The Knick” on Cinemax, airing on Friday nights. The show stars Clive Owen as the charismatic cocaine addicted Chief of Surgery Dr. John Thackery at a fictitious New York City hospital called The Kickerbocker at a time when surgery was one foot out of the barbershop. The tagline… Continue reading And Speaking of Plastic Surgery
You Can’t Keep A Good Man Down
It’s been awhile since I got my readers up to speed on the adventures of Dad. For those of you who are new to this blog, my father is a plastic surgeon who retired from full time practice about 15 years ago after a very successful academic career. He turned 89 years old in July… Continue reading You Can’t Keep A Good Man Down
The Good Books
Where I come from, when most people refer to The Good Book, they are referring to the Bible. This is not true for my father, because to him, the Good Books are something else entirely. He describes a scene early in his career as a plastic surgeon, when he had taken his doting mother to… Continue reading The Good Books
Back In The Saddle
An email from a reader early this morning reminded me that I have not given my Crab Diaries an update on the adventures of my eighty-eight year old Dad. The story left off on our trip back from Aspen, Colorado where we held a memorial service for my mother on September 29. The thin mountain… Continue reading Back In The Saddle
The Adventures of Dad, Continued
If you’ve been following this blog for a while, you’ve probably figured out that my father is one tough old bird. He was my grandmother’s first born son, and was yanked forcibly from his mother’s womb a month prematurely via a forceps delivery after her water broke. As a result, his left brachial plexus was… Continue reading The Adventures of Dad, Continued
There Comes a Time
Written while returning from my Galapagos trip, posting now. It’s happening—the moment that we all dread as we age, that point in time where we realize that we are becoming our parents. When I was a child, my father was a busy man, completing his residency in plastic surgery, establishing a practice, climbing the academic… Continue reading There Comes a Time
Cancer is Not a Lifestyle
I’m not sure when I stopped being merely opinionated, and became a true curmudgeon. But I think it was about the same time that medical students started telling me that radiation oncology is one of the “lifestyle” specialties in medicine. According to the National Resident Matching Program, this year radiation oncology ranked 5th on the… Continue reading Cancer is Not a Lifestyle