After hearing some life-changing news (the death of my mother, and my cancer diagnosis) I became so weak in my knees that I could no longer stand. I had to be helped to a chair. I was not dizzy or ...
Knees are the alarm clock that tells you when you are a septuagenarian, and it must work best for residents of the city. We walk more than our countrymen, because we don’t own cars (too expensive to ...
WASHINGTON — No one believes I tore my anterior cruciate ligament (ACL) in such a goofy way. I wasn’t skiing at Gstaad or coming down from a jump shot when it happened early this year. I wasn’t ...