My patient was told in 1984 that he had prostate cancer and it would likely kill him within five years. I wasn’t the one who told him. I was playing football as a senior in high school and more interested in putting people on their hind-quarters than examining them. I still had no clue I would even be a physician at that point. But our eventual crossing of paths was set.
Robin Williams’ death last week has been talked about ad nauseum, nearly every publication, including ours, has had stories about his life, his death and the illnesses that likely led to his suicide.
Several years ago, during my single dad days, I had become a master at keeping life organized. It was purely out of necessity.
One of my very first vivid memories of high school football was sitting in a small wooden desk in Miss Poole’s first grade classroom. She started that Friday morning introducing our guests who were stopping by.
Well, friends, it was bound to happen. I completely forgot my anniversary.
In the summer of 2007, desperate to find a car that achieved great gas mileage but could comfortably seat four people, I set out on a quest to scour the internet, auto magazines and the brains of all the motorheads I knew to find the best.
There are many encounters with my attending professors, from renowned internationally recognized researchers to an aging kindly small town doctor, that easily come to mind as medicine adds gray to my own hair. Dr. George Bosworth, a pediatrician in Rome, Ga., holds more than a few memories.
As a loving father, I always stay alert for those golden opportunities when I can hit the pause button of life and take a few minutes to impart to my children some small portion of the vast wealth of knowledge I have amassed in my 40-plus years.
Ever wanted to start an argument amongst a small group of people, but you’re bored with the typical hot-button topics of religion, politics or abortion? Talk about guns.
In our community, guns are hot. Several new stores and ranges have opened in the past year, while older businesses have remodeled or added to their inventory. More outlets are rumored in the works.
Q: Doc, is testosterone safe or not? I keep hearing different stories.
After seven years of living in Sevier County, I finally decided it was time to be a local tourist on the Fourth of July.
I am a man with a truck.
To quote one of my all-time favorite movies, “I have a bad feeling about this.”
Doc, how much calcium should I take to protect my bones?
As I’ve read the articles concerning the death of Georgia toddler Cooper Harris, I’ve experienced a sadness unlike any I’ve felt before from reading a national news story.
A recent collegiate study ranked Tennessee as third on the list of most corrupt states in the union. Third!
As a relatively new father, I’ve become keenly aware of something.
A very recent conversation with a veteran about his major cardiovascular surgery at a Veteran's Hospital here in Tennessee was enlightening, and not a surprise.
May is pretty darn hectic for a school kid’s parents. Multiply that times four and you get a feel for the gauntlet that my wife and I have just treaded.
Doc: I fear losing my memory more than anything else. What can I do to not get Alzheimer’s?
As the summer reading program announcements from around the county come into The Mountain Press, I can’t help but get excited for our local children.
It is motorcycle season, friends. Look twice before pulling out. I always do.
It was a beautiful warm and sunny day at the National Park Rangers headquarters in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park when I first met the Stump family from Lima, Ohio.