52. The Mind Mappers: Friendship, Betrayal and the Obsessive Quest to Chart the Brain by Eric Andrew-Gee

I am a regular patient at the Montreal Neurological hospital.  I didn't even really consciously know about its existence before I was diagnosed by them (very fortunately too) with a rare neurological disorder that falls under the category of Multifocal Neural Neuropathy (MNN).  I'm one in a hundred-thousand!  In my case, I am very, very fortunate.  First that it was caught quite early (I started noticing weakness in my right hand, a reduced shooting range with my jump shot and at its worst the inability to turn the ignition key in a car).  Second, that I am in Canada and where we have universal (sort of thanks to the neo-liberal fucks and incompetents in government constantly trying to destroy it) health care. And third that I live so close to the Neuro, because as it turns out, this is an amazing medical institution with an incredible history and an ongoing commitment to both research and care of their patients.  

I now go in once a month or so for IVig treatments where I get pumped full of expensive blood byproducts to get my antibodies to behave correctly and stop erroneously attacking my mylene (the sheathing that insulates your nerves).  Some of the damage is permanent (which manifests itself as a weakness in my pinky and ring finger on my dominant hand; many cases are much worse affecting both hands and feet and impacting walking and handling) but it appears that the disease has been stopped altogether.  It's super chill, I get a comfy chair and good wi-fi and just work and sometimes take a nap.  The nurses are elite and the other staff super efficient.  Everybody is really nice.  Not to mention Dr. Massive who identified the problem (after several misdiagnoses from other doctors).

So I have experienced firsthand the excellent of the Neuro from the great care and expertise that I have received and am receiving first hand.  But it is this book that taught me the history behind it.  I was looking forward to reading this book, but a bit skeptical as these kinds of less-than-academic histories tend to lack depth and bend the history towards narrative. I think there is a teeny bit of the latter here, but the historical context was very efficiently done.  What makes the book really effective, though, is that it is truly moving.  For this reader, it had the effect it intended, which was to elevate the unsung partner of one of Canada's most famous doctors.

The hook is the famous Heritage Minute which most Canadians of a certain age featuring Dr. Penfield, the rock-star neurosurgeon who advanced the field massively in the 20th century.  Penfield is the known name but he began his career and worked closely with another doctor, William Cone.  Cone was the one who excelled at surgery and had the best bedside manner.  He obsessed over hygiene and technique as well as ensuring patients were emotionally taken care of.  Penfield was no slouch in these areas, but his real passion was in the research and writing, which Cone did not like.  Penfield was the charismatic one and Cone hitched himself to his star, seemingly driven by his love for is friend more than anything else.   

These kinds of journalistic histories are not usually my jam, so I was surprised by how well put together The Mind Mappers was.  It's a very readable, informative and ultimately quite touching telling of an important history of Canada, Montreal and science.