Confessions of a Palm Beach Gynecologist


An amazing transformation occurs throughout a physician’s career. When we’re young doctors, just out of school, entering the field, we see ourselves as being the most “current” practitioners – that is, the ones most nimble and knowledgeable about cutting-edge technology and procedures. We’re full of self-importance – probably because we don’t know any better. But, as time passes – and we invariably suffer setbacks – hopefully we gain some wisdom. Of course, this wisdom is not easily earned. No, it


First, I heard the giggling. Then I heard the approaching footsteps of one of my front-desk employees. I could almost guess what was coming next: a new patient with some outrageous condition. Sure enough, there was a woman on the phone who was making the following claim: to be having “a snake coming out of my vagina.” She wanted to come in for an exam. She was very upset, having been refused appointments with other doctors. My employees know I’m

An Introduction to My World

I feel compelled to write in this space, not only to amuse and entertain, but hopefully to shed some light on a relationship not often discussed: that of gynecologist and his patients. When you speak to women about their “gyno,” they usually are anxious to give their opinion. Good or bad, the interaction is always fraught with some measure of emotion. I believe that is because, for patients, they feel an implied vulnerability that will either be soothed – or violated – based

Falling Short of Expectations

Unlike the other vignettes I’ll be sharing, this story was told to me secondhand. Because I found it so amusing, I just had to open with it. A married couple went to a well-qualified fertility specialist. Seems that they had parented a dwarf. Hoping this would not become a recurring theme of their family-building, they sought reassurance from the expert to confirm that the odds of this repeating were small. Indeed, said the expert: The chances were remote. Armed with


Early in my career, not long in practice, I was in my office next to Good Samaritan Hospital seeing patients. Still so new, I wasn’t on staff yet at the hospital. It was the local provincial way in West Palm Beach in the early 1980s. New physicians had to wait their turn. It was close to a year before I got on to staff at Good Sam. I was eager, enthusiastic and anxious to please my new partners since I