RICK “SHAQ” GOLDSTEIN SAYS: “I AM A BRAIN TUMOR SURVIVOR AND THIS BOOK VALIDATES MY SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCES!”
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On February 13, 2003 I had brain tumor surgery that was supposed to take four hours. The surgery lasted five hours… then six hours… then seven hours… then eight ½ hours. Unbeknownst to me, when they removed the tumor, underneath it was a “stump”, that had not appeared in any of the pre-surgery MRI’s, and when the Doctor started to remove it; there was severe bleeding in my brain. All of this of course was unknown to me. Not just during the surgery, but after I was blessed by the Lord and allowed to survive and eventually go home, I was not told by my twenty-three-year-old son Justin for a couple of weeks. Even if he would have told me during the first week, I wouldn’t have been able to comprehend what he was telling me. I didn’t know what a bagel was, despite having two bagels and cream cheese for lunch every single day of my life for the last ten years. I didn’t know what Jello was. During the first week at home while Justin was helping me dress and undress, I wanted to thank him from the bottom of my heart for the loving care he was giving me. On my dresser in my bedroom I had always kept a Thank You Card my son had given me when he graduated high school five years earlier. In it he had said: “Dad, I wanted to drop you a line to say thanks for everything. You have always stuck by me on any decision I made, right or WRONG. I don’t know where I would be without you; on this bumpy road I call life. Thanks for always being there for me!” “I LOVE YOU! JUSTIN”. With every fiber in my body and soul, I was trying to point to the card on the dresser and tell him now; I want to thank you… but I couldn’t remember what a dresser was!
Before the surgery I told Justin I wasn’t afraid to die, as long as I could say goodbye. I also told him that throughout my entire life I had always been so proud of what I had accomplished on a basketball court and that I was the best computer/software salesman in the world; but now as I faced death, I realized that the man he’d become, was my greatest accomplishment.
I had always been blessed with a really quick mind and told Justin and the brain surgeon that if I wound up as a “mind-locked-inside-a-body” I would rather die. After about a week at home my mind started to come back and within two weeks my blessing was continued as I got my memory and quickness back. I feel I was saved for a reason. And that is to help anyone I can who is going to face brain surgery. I feel I can help a patient and their family prepare for what they’re going to face better than any Doctor can.
The author Allan J. Hamilton was an accomplished neurosurgeon and is now a professor of neurosurgery and a clinical professor at AHSC. He takes us through his early life and tells us with a “light” humorous touch how he went from being a painting student in college to an English major. One of his early post college jobs was in research and training of raptors to swoop down and kill pigeons so they wouldn’t fly into the jet engines of military aircraft. Since this was funded by the government it would keep him from being drafted during Viet Nam. From here the reader is led through an early adulthood that included cutting the kidneys out of rats all day. Allan found that “he enjoyed the feel of the surgical instruments, the press of steel staples, and the dissection of the tissues themselves. His hands began to move faster. His eyes seemed to flash quicker. It was all over: he knew then and there he had to become a surgeon.”
I feel it’s my responsibility to caution potential readers that the core of this book is not a romantic feel good story. This story is the true narrative of a brain surgeon, and many, many, beautiful, warm, talented, brave, people die during the course if its telling. The author is a very brave writer and Doctor, as he unabashedly crosses the line of science and spirituality (Where I personally feel more Doctors should go.) and shares with the reader his spiritual experiences that range from a native in an African village dreaming of his arrival two days in advance, the ghost/spirit of a deceased Father at the foot of his comatose son’s bed, a shaman casting a dead patients painful grasp out of Dr. Hamilton’s body and more. I also applaud and congratulate Dr. Hamilton for sharing many of his painful mistakes. These missteps are not only in surgery, but in the interpersonal relationships between Doctor, patient and family. Perhaps the most important lapse in judgment he made was in taking “HOPE” away from a patient. As a *BRAIN-TUMOR-SURVIVOR* I can assure you, that that is as important as the surgeon’s scalpel. Dr. Hamilton admits that, where unfortunately many Doctor’s refuse to acknowledge it. Dr. Hamilton says he was taught by his mistake; “to never be afraid of “HOPE” as an integral ingredient of any therapeutic approach. He asserts there is no such thing as “FALSE HOPE”. “HOPE” is simply the desire to prevail, to survive, and to win against overwhelming odds.”
I recommend this gut-wrenching, heart-wrenching, true, sad but uplifting, spiritually genuine book. I am thankful and truly blessed for each day I have been given!