Peconic Bay Medical Center in Riverhead unveiled its new on-site gym Oct. 4. The fitness facility, which features cardio machines and free weights, is exclusively for employees and serves as a platform for other Employee Wellness initiatives, hospital officials announced.
Dr. Agostino Cervone of Peconic Bay Medical Center jokes that he can tell what kind of surgery a person has had based on the size and location of a scar. In a few years, though, that will become harder to do thanks to the enhancements of laparoscopic surgery. READ
In a region where opiate addiction continues to worsen, there is no such thing as too much awareness when it comes to educating the public about the dangers of substance abuse.
Cataract removal surgery recently became more cutting-edge at Eastern Long Island Hospital, where ophthalmologist Dr. Lawrence Buono has been performing what hospital officials are calling a “breakthrough” technique since February. READ
“Epilepsy is what you have, not what you are,” reads a flier advertising monthly meetings of a Riverhead support group for people with the neurological condition. “Epilepsy is part of your life. It is not your whole life.” READ
It goes without saying that anyone who has been diagnosed with cancer must contend with a seemingly inexhaustible number of challenges. Hampton Jitney and the Sag Harbor nonprofit Fighting Chance partnered last year to ease one of those challenges by arranging transportation for patients to meet with New York City oncology specialists.
During the summer, considerable emphasis is placed on ways to safeguard against tick bites. Less discussed but also important is how to avoid the omnipresent threat of poison ivy, poison oak and poison sumac — three plants that all cause the same itchy, persistent skin rash. READ
I love coffee. I’m one of those people who suffers headaches from not drinking coffee during the day.
People like me can now sip on macchiatos with a bit more ease because coffee is no longer considered a possible cause of cancer. READ
I recently decided to clean out the all-purpose linen closet at my 93-year-old mother’s house in Connecticut, and the results were astonishing. READ
Whenever I tell someone I have a black belt in karate, his or her eyes invariably widen. Seconds later, I’m usually subjected to the following half-joking inquiry: “Could you beat me up?”
