Testimonials
Back on the Dance Floor after Knee Surgery
Elspeth Macdonald
Designer, writer, dancer, TBHC orthopedic patient
Elspeth Macdonald has been active all her life. She ran three marathons, the last one at age 50. More recently, she enjoyed cross-country distance running. When she tripped while running on a dirt road a few years back, she hurt her left knee. She was afraid of surgery, but when the pain only got worse, her acupuncturist told her, “Go to Dr. Joseph Fetto at The Brooklyn Hospital Center.”
The Day of My Bariatric Surgery Was the Day I Was Reborn
Lucia Nolasco
Bariatric patient
A year ago, I was 239 pounds. My blood pressure was high. I couldn’t sleep. My legs and feet were always swollen. I could barely get up the stairs. One of the ladies at my mom’s church kept losing all this weight. When I asked her about it, she referred me to The Brooklyn Hospital Center.
TBHC – You Just Never Know When You'll Need It
Amy Bennett
Local business owner, mother, TBHC obstetrics patient
As a business owner, there are few things that matter more to me than my community. When I first became pregnant, after moving from Manhattan to Brooklyn, I was unsure of where I would feel comfortable having my baby. There are many hospitals in Brooklyn, and it was a challenge to feel confident when making such an important choice for myself and my growing family.
All of my uncertainty evaporated when I met Dr. Angela Kerr and her warm, competent OB/GYN staff.
Renewed Hope for an 83-Year-Old Fighter
Barbara Williams
Mother, grandmother, fighter, TBHC spine patient
When I first came to The Brooklyn Hospital Center, I was losing hope. I had been treated by countless medical professionals who consistently told me nothing could be done, that I had to learn to manage and live with my condition. The life that I had worked so hard to create for myself was being taken away from me.
TBHC Saved My Life
Larry Dvoskin
Grammy-nominated musician, TBHC emergency room and surgery patient
On December 16th, 2016 I was admitted to the emergency room of The Brooklyn Hospital Center in excruciating pain. Each time I breathed in it felt like someone took a chainsaw to my abdomen. The day before had been a normal one. I went to a meeting, shopping, yoga, had pasta at an old favorite café in Greenwich Village. Later that night I felt sick to my stomach. I never throw up. It happens once every five years as I don’t really drink. However, after hours of discomfort, I forced myself to vomit once or twice. An hour later the excruciating pain began.