

My Neurologist Left Me.
For eight years and one month (But who’s counting?! Me …), Dr. Dunnigan graciously held my hand as I was hurtled off the Yellow Brick Road and tried to find myself and some semblance of good health.


Top 10 Reasons:
I’ve been continuously questioned about returning to practice since I was in the throes of autoimmune encephalitis (and astonished that anyone would ask such a thing?!) up through just weeks ago on a Wednesday.

