Word: emphysema
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Long extolled as a tonic for lazy muscles, bicycling is now being boosted as a treatment for a far more serious disability. Using a rigid cycling regimen, says Boston's Dr. Harry Bass, he has been able to help patients afflicted with emphysema, a respiratory ailment that gradually impairs breathing and kills as many as 20,000 Americans a year...
Bike therapy totally reverses the traditional rest-and-medication treatment for emphysema. "I tell patients to do more, not less," reports Dr. Bass in Medical World News. Using $20 stationary exercising bicycles, the director of Peter Bent Brigham Hospital's pulmonary division starts his patients off with three ten-minute stints a day at the pedals. By the end of the 18-week course his cyclers are working out for 30 to 45 minutes at a time...
Died. Patrick P. Thienes, 83, onetime polio victim who became a champion hiker; of emphysema; in San Diego. Stricken with polio at six, Thienes began to hike at 14 to strengthen his legs and promote charities that cared for crippled children. In 1905 he covered 9,000 miles in the U.S. and Canada; in 1912 he set a record of 77 days for a coast-to-coast walk-and 50 years later broke it by walking from Los Angeles to New York in 54 days...
Even lung disease, including cancer, may be reflected in the hands, said Dr. Silverman. Emphysema, the currently common disease marked by inadequate oxygen intake at the lungs' surface, may produce clubbing of the fingers. The type of cancer that occurs most commonly in long-term male cigarette smokers may eventually lead to acutely painful clubbing of the fingers and equally painful enlargement of the toe joints...
Died. Peter Arno, 64, celebrated cartoonist whose deft barbs sharpened the pages of The New Yorker for 43 years; of emphysema; in Port Chester, N.Y. In hundreds of New Yorker cartoons, the urbane Arno (born Curtis Arnoux Peters) aimed his thrusts at wattled old roues ("Tell me about yourself, your struggles, your dreams, your telephone number"), besabled matrons and their derby-hatted husbands ("Come on-we're going to the Trans-Lux to hiss Roosevelt"), flappers with more booze than brain in their heads ("Ixnay, Edith, I just found out we're at the wrong party"). Some...