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.