10/26/16
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It’s About So Much More Than Brain Surgery.

It’s About Life.
We’ve even got videos.

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Neurosurgery 101—TheBlog is about life and some of its harder or more interesting moments. If you have ever wondered how a craniotomy is done, or how hydrocephalus is treated, or what surgeons listen to in the OR (they listen to stuff?!)—you’ll find this blog interesting. It’s for the lay person, the medically-minded person, or anybody with just a little bit of interest in the goings on of the body human, or the human body in disease. It’s about what happens when things go wrong and how we—those of us in medicine—pick up the pieces. When I talk about this stuff, it’s nonfiction. It’s a case of truth is stranger than fiction.

But it’s more than that too. Sometimes I post reviews. These might be about books, like Peter Clines awesome sci fi techno thriller The Fold.  Other times my reviews are about personal experiences, like my unfortunate several days with The Flu in 2012.  Sometimes I answer questions people ask me, like What is a pinched nerve? or Can a person break their neck without becoming paralyzed?

And of course, there’s the fiction. I love fiction and read constantly. You’ll never find me without a book in hand—unless I’ve got a pen for writing. Fiction, both reading and writing, is my #1 passion. You’ll find lots of cool fiction here. 

What you won’t find here is medical advice. I am not practicing medicine online. I also won’t be talking about specific patients. Not even close. Privacy is the law of the land and I believe strongly in it, especially when it comes to one’s health.

Some things I may cover in the not too distant future, or that you might just find cool right now:

What is a pinched nerve and how do you ‘unpinch’ it?

Why does my back hurt so much? Check out this awesome 11 minute video on back pain.

What is sciatica?

When is back pain treated with surgery?

What is a lumbar fusion and how is it done…

How do you open a living skull?

What is hydrocephalus?

What is a concussion?

Can you really operate on the brain with a patient awake?

Can a person break their neck and not be paralyzed?

Is there suppose to be fluid draining out of my back after surgery?

Well, you get the idea. There’s a super amount of information here, some fiction and some nonfiction. I talk a lot about my books and stories too. The interested writer can get a pretty good feel for where I get my ideas and how my stories evolved. For everyone else though, it’s just damn interesting. So come back often and don’t forget to sign-up for updates.

And if you like the writing here, you’re gonna love my many novels, novellas, and short stories. Hop on over to Amazon for a look at my fiction RIGHT NOW. Or read about the stories using the menu at the top of the page. I would suggest you start with THE WRITING.

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CWHeaderNEUROSURGERY101— TheBlog. Life on the edge of a scalpel. For those who have ever wondered what goes on behind the closed doors of the operating room, or the innards of the human body.

NEUROSURGERY 101— TheBlog. Because, outside of a dog, books are a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog…well, that’s what this blog is gonna find out.

NEUROSURGERY101— TheBlog. Because nobody gets out of life alive.

 

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09/22/16
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5 Star Review of Cadaver of Gideon Cathcart

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The First Review Is In & It’s 5 Stars!!!

The Cadaver of Gideon Cathcart by Edison McDaniels.

“It reminded me, in several ways, of the best of Stephen King’s straight up horror as in Pet Sematary.” —James Tepper, Amazon VINE™ VOICE & Professor of Neurosciences, Rutgers University

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09/10/16
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The Cadaver of Gideon Cathcart

Introducing a new & modern tale of gothic horror,
a novel of chilling intensity

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In 1996, in the fifth year of his training as a brain surgeon, Zach Dozier killed a man.

His name was Gideon Cathcart and he was Zach’s patient. In truth, the man had died already—or so it seemed. An hour before, with his skull open and his brain exposed to the elements, Gideon had bled out on the operating table. Half his brain had turned to mush amid the hemorrhaging. Gideon had even been tagged and bagged, near enough to death so as to qualify for it in all but fact. But in the end he hadn’t been dead after all, though how he could have done any sort of living with just half a brain wasn’t apparent. Likely he’d have never awakened. He’d have remained in a coma—a dead man breathing—with a tube in his stomach to feed and water him daily. Gideon’s life would have been nothing more than orderlies and nurses coming around a few times a day to change his diaper or turn him this way or that. Hell, a goddamn potted plant lives better. But Gideon wasn’t only his patient, he was his friend, and Zach knew he wouldn’t have wanted that.

So—hardest moment of his life—Zach finished what had been so horribly started in that operating room. He killed Gideon in a twin fit of madness and compassion. And when that terrible moment ended, Zach laid him to rest in potter’s field, under the daisies and wispy grass of a fallow earth.

Not a soul knew what Zach had done, but in all the days that followed he never knew a moment’s peace. Not because everything about that unfortunate night haunted him, although it did. Not because he saw that terrible face every time he closed his eyes, although that was true as well. Not because all he had ever loved or wanted in this world had been taken from him, although it had. No, the source of his unease was none of these things.

Zach Dozier was a man with an affliction. He killed Gideon Cathcart, then laid him to rest amid the poppies of potter’s field.

But Gideon didn’t rest—and he wouldn’t stay buried.

From the mind of Edison McDaniels comes THE CADAVER OF GIDEON CATHCART, with elements of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, Stephen King’s Bag of Bones, and the 1930’s classic horror novel The Cadaver of Gideon Wyck by Alexander Laing (in fact, the title is an homage to Alexander Laing). The novel is ghostly atmospheric, with the haunted hospital becoming a character in itself. A ghost story written in third person, with compelling prose and vivid depictions of hospital routines twisted into the surreal. A chilling descent into the inner world of modern medicine and surgery, against a pretense of old-fashioned gothic horror.
Consider yourself warned.

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08/21/16
Crucible

The Crucible

Enter the mind of a brain surgeon!

It’s 1951 & this is a test.

Trevor Mott is a brain surgeon. Jimmy P. is eight years old and plays baseball. Today, the two of them will come together. One will be taken to the very edge of endurance.

The other will go even further.

The Crucible is a far surpassing tale of surgical suspense available on kindle today. Just 99 cents.

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The Crucible
A short story by Edison McDaniels, MD

October 3rd, 1951 

“The Giants win the pennant! The Giants win the pennant! The Giants win the pennant!”  The announcer’s exuberance burst from the radio with the intensity of an artery geysering blood across the room. You couldn’t help but notice it. “The Giants win the pennant! The Giants win the pennant! Bobby Thompson hits into the lower deck of the left…” 

“Turn that damn thing off,” Mott said, putting down the loop cautery and motioning with his arm toward the radio. Jesus Christ, he said to himself, thinking of the damn Brooklyn Dodgers. How could the bums have a virtual lock on first, thirteen and a half games up with just forty-four to play, a month before the season ended, and still manage to rise to that particular level of mediocrity that is second place? It sickened him. 

Second place was an untenable position to Trevor Mott. As a brain surgeon, it represented a compromise he couldn’t afford inside someone’s head, an intolerable concession that could only bring pain or suffering at best, death or invalidism at worst. Of course, it wasn’t he that would suffer in such a case, it was his patients. And suffer they did he thought, for however untenable second place might be in his own mind, it was a plight which visited his – any neurosurgeon’s – operating room with a certain morbid regularity. 

An image of the neurosurgical ward two floors above suddenly flashed into Mott’s head. It was a large open rectangular room with pale cream walls and dingy gray floor tiles, all of it scuffed by too many years of use. Tall windows lined the walls on each side of the room’s long axis and the early morning sun spilled in from one side, lending the room a soothing but unbalanced look; Mott saw tiny specks of dust suspended in the golden light.

The Crucible is available on Kindle right now.

 

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