June 21, 2012
I owe my very life to Phil Bartlett. In January 1987, I met him
as a patient referred by a dermatologist, who had noticed a
swollen lymph gland on the left side of my neck. Dr. Bartlett,
after examining my neck, feared the presence of a throat
cancer metastasis and performed almost immediate surgery, followed by 7 weeks of radiation directed at the
primary source of the malignancy in my throat. Twenty five
years later, I am fully cured, and have gone on to lead a
healthy life. Five other members of my immediate family
died from some form of the disease, so I consider myself to have been quite fortunate to have had the benefit of
Phil's knowledge and practice. Over a relatively short course of time, we became good friends. Upon visiting his
Tiburon home when he first moved in, I noticed a wine cellar--emblematic of his deep interested in the subject.
From that point on, I would bring him two bottles of very
fine and/or rare wine each year: one bottle to mark the
anniversary of my cancer treatment, and one from my
regular trips to Europe[especially appreciated by him, since
French wines lose something when shipped commercially
to California]. I used to threaten to stop bringing him wine
if he failed to keep me alive. Little did I imagine that he
would pass on so prematurely. I will treasure his memory
as a patient and a friend for the rest of my own days.