“Well, I’m still fogging the mirror,” Bob Young told me in September, while tethered to an IV., mainlining one of his alternative treatments. Whatever he was doing, it had bought him more than two years of life from the death sentence that typically comes with pancreatic cancer. Still, his hallmark optimism was leavened with a gritty realism: “They tell me it can’t be much longer,” he said. “We’ll see.”
Robert Young (center) meeting his hero, Linus Pauling, at USC medical school commencement. Young cherished this photograph as a memento of that encounter.
He had just stopped going to his office on Milpas Street, where he practiced general medicine but was better known as the travel doctor for those needing inoculations and for alternative therapies. A small, elfin man of palpable vulnerability, he grew slimmer with each passing month. Yet he kept treating his patients, few as sick as himself, whose devotion to him rivaled that of a cult. “I’m proud that I practiced as long as I did,” Young told me in his airy Mission Canyon home, where he was surrounded by books, musical instruments, and family photographs, and scrupulously attended to by his wife, Terri.
Young was almost a native Santa Barbaran, having lived here since he was four years old. He been born into a family of doctors and nurses his mother was a nurse, his father an opthamologist, and his grandfather a country doctor in Montana. (“I had an uncle who was the sheriff of Livingston, Montana,” he told me in one of his typical droll utterances, “until he was shot dead. That was the end of him.”)
Young graduated from UCSB in 1965 and won a four-year scholarship to the University of Southern California’s medical school. His lifelong idol Linus Pauling spoke at his class commencement; Young pulled out a cherished photograph memorializing his meeting with the great pioneer. “He was my hero,” Young said. “So clear and liberal, politically and socially.” Young interned at Los Angeles County Hospital, in one of the gnarliest and busiest emergency rooms in the country. He delivered more than 100 babies before he left. Then he signed up to work in the wild-and-wooly Los Angeles Free Clinic.
When he returned to Santa Barbara In 1972, Young devoted himself to starting up Cottage Hospital’s emergency room, which remained among his signal, proudest achievements. “When someone comes in the ER, you want to eliminate the worst possibilities,” he explained. “If they have headaches, rule out a stroke or a tumor, etcetera, right away. And that’s the way medicine should always been practiced: You rule out the worst first.”
In 1976, Young started his own private practice in general medicine. It was an intensely busy time, he recalled, running his new practice while raising four children, often on his own. “I was sort of the last guy on the train before the HMOs took off,” he said. “And I don’t think HMOs are ethical. How many people know that the insurance industry spends $1.4 million a day on lobbyists to defeat health care reform?”
Young always thought his real talents lay within the arts-drawing and playing guitar. “I started out as an art major but I wanted to have a comfortable life,” he conceded. On days when his comfort level plummeted, from the stresses of work and a collapsing marriage, he found solace in Santa Barbara’s nightlife. “Me and my friend Al,” he said with a smile, “loved martinis, and beer and all kinds of junk food.”
In 1998, Young met Henry Hoegerman , M.D., a practitioner of alternative medicine who had set up shop on Milpas. Hoegie, as he was known to all, was offering chelation to heart patients and folks overloaded with lead and mercury. He was also investigating an array of alternative treatments for cancer patients and those seeking to offset the side effects of chemotherapy. He emphasized preventive care. “Hoegie was an unbelievable guy,’ he said. “He really got me into nutrition.”
Yet Young never discounted Western medicine, crediting “vaccines and antibiotics” as “the two most important factors in extended life expectancy and quality of life.” No ally to New-Agers who regard antibiotics as a scourge, he pointed out that his “father died of kidney infection because he didn’t get the right antibiotics.” The third greatest factor in revolutionizing health, he said, was simple hand-washing. “It was huge,” he said. “Alexander Semelwies was vilified for suggesting that doctors wash their hands. That’s the way it is. Change is always ridiculed at first.”
Ironically, Young had long worried he would get the disease that he did. “I always feared pancreatic cancer and said, oh please god don’t give me that, even though everyone has to die of something.” It began for him about four years ago with giardi-like symptoms, but in 2005, he was diagnosed with pancreatitis. It would be another year before he learned he actually had pancreatic cancer, which often claims its victims within months.
Young said there was one factor that he was certain contributed mightily to his cancer. “For me, I’m sure it was just stress.”
Young treated himself with his own therapies but he also generously praised to two local doctors, Gary van Deventer and Allen Weinstein, for steering him through the worst of it. “These are great doctors,” he said, emotionally. “Each is a doctor’s doctor, and part of that is that they are kind men.”
About two weeks before he passed, I sat next to him in his livingroom. He looked to be about 100 pounds as he untangled one of his IVs. “Actually, it’s a very interesting experience to contemplate my own demise while I’m circling the drain,” he said, adding. “I’ve been very fortunate.”
Bob Young is survived by his wife Teresa Eddy, four grown children-Maggie, of Camarillo; and Kathryn, Robert, and Susan, of Santa Barbara-three stepchildren, and two grandchildren.
His practice will continue under the stewardship of Dr. Scott Saunders, along with Conchita Hernandez, Dr. Young’s devoted nurse for 30 years, and naturopath Kristi Wrightson.
A celebration of his life will be held at his favorite haunt, the Santa Barbara Museum of Natural History in the Fleischman Auditorium on Sunday, November 22, 2009 at 1:00 p.m.
A.L. Bardach is a former patient and friend of Dr. Young, and the author of Without Fidel:


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I think Bob Young was also the proprietor of the late lamented Wimbleton Tavern, on De La Vina, once a signal live music venue in town for local bands in the '80s.
Great tribute, thanks A.L.
binky (anonymous profile)
November 20, 2009 at 11:44 a.m. (Suggest removal)
His name is Bob. Not "Young".
He was diagnosed with Stage 4 pancreatic cancer in November of 2007, not 2006.
My father lived a long incredibly full life of 67 years, and he only had cancer for the last TWO of them, but his (to use the author's own words) "death sentence" seems to be a large focus of this article.
This piece feels way too impersonal to have been written by a close friend, and definitely written by an author of dramatic books. It's very clear she knew him as a doctor, and not as the PERSON the way his family and friends have the honor of knowing him.
And yes, opening Wimbleton Tavern on De La Vina WAS one of the many adventures he had in addition to his medical career achievements.
Reading this has motivated me to re-write everything I had previously prepared to say at his memorial tomorrow afternoon.
Maggie Young
eldest daughter of Dr. Bob
who is so much more than just "The Good Doctor"
maggiesbca (anonymous profile)
November 21, 2009 at 11:32 p.m. (Suggest removal)
Thanks for the clarification Maggie! Sounds like he lead a wonderful life!
bindalinda (anonymous profile)
November 22, 2009 at 11:49 a.m. (Suggest removal)
I am sitting in MO wishing I were in Santa Barbara attending the memorial service for Bob. I worked for Bob, before I retired, for 6 years after he bought Hoegie's practice, as his nurse. Bob was a very caring doctor and a good boss. My condolences to Terry and his children. Bob was a good man and will be missed by many. I will be praying for God's peace for all of you. God is great...ALL the time.
Karen Hickman
drkaren (anonymous profile)
November 22, 2009 at 1:40 p.m. (Suggest removal)
To Dr. Bob's family:
He and I were Dons, graduates of the Class of '60, and my chief memories are of him enjoying school life and friends as a young man. We were not close, went our separate ways, and only bumped into each other a couple of times after I returned to SB in 1982, but he still had that ready smile.
I learned much about his recent life and achievements from Ms. Bardach's tribute, and hope the family will accept her, and others', comments in the spirit in which they clearly are offered. BTW, it is standard (and respectful) journalistic style to use the person's last name in second references, though some papers also use titles.
viccox (anonymous profile)
November 23, 2009 at 1:36 p.m. (Suggest removal)
Nov 22, 2009 was the memorial service for Bob. There was a slide show of the loves and joys in his life that left me speechless and in tears. I was so proud of each of the children (I guess they aren't children anymore). Suzy, at the request of her father, sang Ave Maria which left the 300+ audience breathless. Maggie, Rob and Kat spoke about their father. Their speeches were heartfelt, reliving memories which profoundly influenced their lives and characters. Bob's Uncle, Uncle Bob, spoke mostly of times before the children, family history that only he could have recalled. My dear long time friend, Danny Kashinsky, spoke of the stress Bob, a Liberal Arts major from UCSB, experienced transitioning into the horrors of Human Anatomy his first year at USC Medical School (where I met Bob). Dick Scott, Abbe Kingston, Diana Andonian, local long time friends shared feelings and stories that resonated with a large percent of the guests, bringing tears and much laughter. Dale Whitney officiated and also spoke as a very long time friend (like riding a freight train together). Dale officiated at each of Bob's three marriages. I was number two, the children coming from our 12 year marriage. So many people from Bob's and my past came to support and celebrate, some dear friends I hadn't seen in thirty years, and some that I am close to today (thank you Jan Ford for being my knight in shining armor).
Things are different now. The hub of our family is now in my (and Craig's) lap. I only hope that I can support the family as well as Bob did. My mourning is over now. The connection to and love for him is eternal.
Toni DeMoulin (Young)
taichitoni (anonymous profile)
November 26, 2009 at 6:05 p.m. (Suggest removal)
Thank you Annie for your wonderful tribute to Bob!
I know how much time and effort went into putting it together and I love your journalistic style.
Yes- Toni, it is now up to your to carry on the family traditions. It must be really hard for Suzy, Kat, Maggie and Robbie to lose their father when they are all still so young.
Thanks for your wonderful description and praise of his service. It was allot of work putting it together but it felt like he was present with us there the whole time and he would have loved it.
Sorry you couldn't make it Karen. Hope you are doing well.
Diana
Dianaac (anonymous profile)
November 27, 2009 at 12:16 p.m. (Suggest removal)
As a patient of Dr. Young's during the 1970's and 80's, I remember him as a very kind and compassionate man who would often waive his fee for the struggling musician I was at the time. During a period when I suffered from an acute anxiety disorder, he was always there with encouraging words and and sound medical advice. I credit Bob Young with helping me turn the page on what was a difficult chapter in my life.
mikem (anonymous profile)
December 4, 2009 at 1:21 p.m. (Suggest removal)