Hundreds of prostate cancer survivors congregated at the Meadowlands Sheraton in East Rutherford on November 7 to thank the surgeons who made their survival a reality.
We may not care much if the grocer is grumpy or the mailman is morose. But when we trust hospital staffers with our life and health, we’d like them to be at their best.
We all want our kids to have something better than our own lot in life, and the late George H. Laufenberg, a union carpenter who headed the New Jersey State Council of Carpenters from 1982 until his death in 1995, was no exception.
Elizabeth Maldonado had tried all kinds of medical treatments for the chronic back pain that had plagued her since 2005. She saw pain-management specialists who injected her spine with medications and prescribed oral narcotics. After three years of this, she was no better. In fact, she was worse.
It’s said that just before you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. But for a local physician who recently suffered a major heart attack, the flashbacks that came before he underwent lifesaving treatment at Monmouth Medical Center dated back just 13 years—to the birth of his son.
Orthopaedic surgeon Michael Absatz, M.D., found in his work a dream combination of two loves: mechanics and medicine. “Orthopaedics was the ultimate form of engineering—engineering for the human body,” he says. Then his own body failed him.
