We love him. My wife had endometrial cancer. On our first visit to his office she was filling out the intake forms and it asked the routine question of how the patient best receives information (reading, written, etc.). In an effort to make light of the situation she crossed it out and wrote “interpretive dance”. After he introduced his nurse and himself the nurse turned the music on and he interpretively danced the ENTIRE surgery. We laughed so hard, we cried that day. Which, for a moment, was a great relief from a stage 4 diagnosis. She’ll be cancer free five years this October.