Jerry,

I had a "bad" dentist as a child, he had his assistant and my dad pry my mouth open to pull a tooth so I wouldn't need braces later.

I was afraid of dentists until I married and my husband's best friend from grade school on was our dentist. He was the most compassionate and caring man, and died too young from liver cancer. He was treated at MD Anderson. My dental check ups always included lots of hugs.

The gentleman who bought his practice is the one I credit with saving my life. He walked me over to the oral surgeon who got me in immediately and did my biopsy by putting me first on a busy surgery day and having his entire staff come in early to take care of me. Early detection from competent, caring people like yourself enabled me to have a new normal that isn't as tough as others have been. Retire to Florida, would you please?

Fondly,
Lisa