Progress in and deterrents to orthotopic liver transplantation, with special reference to survival, resistance to hyperacute rejection, and biliary duct reconstruction.

  • 1 December 1974
    • journal article
    • review article
    • Vol. 6, 129-39
Abstract
Before I begin, I want to add my own personal reminiscence. I knew Dave Hume for almost 14 years, slightly for the first 4 and well for the last 10. I first talked to him at an elevator entrance at the Greenbrier Hotel in West Virginia, in April, 1959, and for the last time in April, 1973, in the lower lobby of the Century Plaza Hotel in Los Angeles. In May, 1973, I was in the railroad station in Albuquerque, New Mexico, when I learned from my grief-stricken youngest son that Dave was dead. It is strange how the exact details of these and some other memories in between, of the time I spent with Dave Hume, stand out with the same clarity as what I was doing when I learned of the bombing of Pearl Harbor, the assassination of John Kennedy, but very few other things. The most eloquent tribute to Dave Hume I have heard was the briefest, coming from a non-medical friend who told me sadly, “He really was a dynamite guy!”