“My brother-in-law is a very successful and well-respected neurosurgeon at UCLA School of Medicine and my dad came to him once and he said, “I’ve got bad news for you. Bob’s coming out. He’s in between semesters. And he said, ‘Will you warn mom and [sister] Gloria that I’m walking with a cane now?'” And he said, “I don’t know what it is but if you would, I’d like to make an appointment to see Dr. Bob Grant because I’ve got two pills that I’m taking that are fighting each other but they don’t know which disease I’ve got.” So he went to Dr. Grant. Dr. Grant spent several hours with him. He called up my dad and he said, “Pappy, I have my beliefs, but I cannot tell you this is what’s wrong with him.” He’s taking two drugs. One is L-dopa, which is for MS, I think. The other one I’ve forgotten, but it’s for another disease. He said, “I asked Bob, ‘Which one does the best?’ and he said, ‘Well, when one doesn’t work, I take the other one and it works.'” [Dr. Grant] said, “If you want my opinion, and it’s just an opinion, he got it in his Williams-in-India program.” He said, “That is the dirtiest, filthiest country in the world.” He said, “I wouldn’t go there to give a research speech or do research of any kind. I won’t step foot on that land.” He said, “I think he caught something that is now reverberating.” Bob came back to Pappy and he said, “Well, I guess I’ll just keep taking the same two pills.”
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