I’ve fantasized that Ed McMahon is standing at my doorstep with that million-dollar check. I’ve tapped my toes to Michael Jackson’s tunes. I’ve admired Farrah Fawcett’s beauty and talent. But none of the “celebrities” who died this week have affected my life as much as Jerri Nielsen.
“Jerri who?” you say. She’s been out of the limelight for a while, so maybe you will remember her better if I pair her name with “doctor who treated her own breast cancer in...

