Posts by Calvert F Cazier, PhD, MPH

Lois Call graduated from Logan High School in 1943 and entered Utah State University that fall. This was a big step for her, partially because of the many challenges she faced growing up that were different from most other children.When she was 18 months old, hot grease was accidentally spilled onto her head and ran…

In the summer of 1974 my first wife Carol, our three-year-old son Paul, and I went on an outing with some friends to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. I was just finishing my education at the University of Tennessee, and Carol had recently had surgery for ovarian cancer and was going through radiation therapy. She was weak and…

When I was younger, I had a large mole on my neck. I didn’t think anything of it, nor did I worry about it. Over the years several doctors advised me to have it looked at, but I ignored them until Dr. Ogilvie, a pathologist for whom I was working, suggested that I go see…

I started my professional career in Price, Utah, a rural community in the Southeastern  part of the state. I moved there in September of 1974, and I didn’t know a single person in that community when I moved there, but I quickly formed a friendship with a man from my church named Richard.Richard was born…

Several years ago, I was sitting in a barber chair getting my hair cut and, after forty-five minutes, my dependable and lifetime confidant finished cutting my hair, then gave me the bad news. He told me I had to find a new barber. This was a devastating, life changing experience that left me with many personal…

The following post was written by my friend Ralf Czerny. It is a beautiful and touching post. Ralf gave me permission to repost it. I hope you enjoy the message. In honor of the Olympics, here is my story from the 88 Olympics in Calgary: Shirley and I got to go to the 1988 Winter…

It was a beautiful, hot, summer afternoon in Afton, Wyoming when I went horseback riding with Roger and Gary, two of my cousins. We only had one horse and we were riding bareback. I always thought that horse was the dumbest horse I ever rode.   I don’t remember whose idea it was to ride…