For about three weeks after having hip replacement surgery in 2010, I felt I was doomed to a life as an Old Man. For the first time in 60 years, I briefly stopped feeling like a kid and looked at the face of aging.
Three years ago, at age 70, I began to experience pain in my upper right leg after playing tennis. I diagnosed myself with a groin pull and made an appointment with a physical therapist. After about five minutes, she said, "Ellen, I hope this isn't a shock to you, but I don't think you have a groin pull. I think you have osteoarthritis."
I'm happy to announce that I've just returned home from the hospital with a new arrival. I'm not sure how much it weighs, but it seems to be healthy, and it's already walking -- albeit unsteadily and with a cane. I'm talking about my brand-new hip, which was swapped in last Tuesday. The surgery -- as well as my blood transfusion the day after -- has opened my eyes and my heart to the issue of blood donations. It's a very humbling -- even overwhelming -- experience having someone else's generosity literally being pumped into your veins. READ MORE
If a Debate Happens Without Twitter, Does Anybody Hear It? Debates are much better with Twitter. And in case you missed the final one last night, instead of rewatching the actual debate, save yourself some time by just rerunning Twitter. Here are my tweets from last night to give you a quick snapshot of the Battle in Boca. READ MORE