Taking the Acela to Mr. Roger's Neighborhood

Well, it's off to the Big Fruit to visit F'in' Famous Cancer Hospital and my first candidate for clivus cleaver, Dr. Mr. Rogers. (See the glossary page in the original Tumoriffic!: http://www.tumoriffic.org/LLC.htm.)

Mr. Rogers operated on me twice in 2005 and defies all surgeon stereotypes. He is warm, soft-spoken, and modest. He is also a top flight surgeon at a top flight hospital. Once, when he had interrupted his off-call Sunday to rush in and repair my leaky meninges (http://tumoriffic.org/Part%20II%20chapter%203.htm), Kathleen asked him what he had been doing that day. He had been guiding blind runners in a half-marathon. When I later thanked him, he demurred, insisting that the leak in the meninges was probably his fault in the first place. This is a man whose farts don't stink.