cover image A Taste of My Own Medicine: When the Doctor Is the Patient

A Taste of My Own Medicine: When the Doctor Is the Patient

Edward Rosenbaum. Random House (NY), $16.95 (0pp) ISBN 978-0-394-56282-7

There's nothing unusual about a patient venting spleen at the doctor, but in this instance the patient is a doctor. And with his forceful, angry book he establishes himself as a ""patient advocate,'' for during his own recent medical treatment, rheumatologist Rosenbaum ``learned more about handling the seriously ill . . . than in 50 years of practice.'' His comment gives the reader pause: not only is the author a physician, his Portland, Ore., group practice includes two sons and his brother (another son and two daughters-in-law are also doctors). Rosenbaum, stricken with cancer of the larynx, kept a journal during his therapyand reading it, one wonders if sheer cussedness alone caused his cancer to go into remission. He records his threats to bring a malpractice suit against the doctors who misdiagnosed his affliction for nine months, rails against the indifference of those administering his X-ray treatments, expresses his resentment at his radiologist's lack of compassion. Rosenbaum has strong opinions as well about medicine's turn toward big-business techniques, the profit motive, cost-effectiveness; criticizes insurance carriers, Medicare and Medicaid. His rancor will be a bitter pill to the brethren. (May)