How physical therapy gave an elderly patient hope
Mr. Katz sat on the edge of his chair in my clinic room, teetering as if he might fall at any moment. He was 86-years-old, and his thin body had become weak and tired. But his angry eyes, like a petulant child, stared at me.
“Doc, you should have just let me die,” he said to break the ice.
I had just discharged Mr. Katz earlier in the week from the hospital. …