A Patient's Guide to Knee and Hip Replacement: Everything You Need to Know Original ed. Edition

In 1997 orthopedic surgeons in the United States performed almost 400,000 total knee and hip replacements. That number is growing each year.

As a result of this relatively new medical technology, many people who thought they were fated to spend the rest of their days in a wheelchair or walking in pain -- and even then only with the help of a cane or a walker -- have resumed normal lives.

I am one of those people.

You might even say that, statistically speaking, I'm three of them, since during one twelve-month period, from March 1993 to March 1994, I had three total joint replacements -- both knees and my left hip. Today I walk without a cane, ride a bike, play tennis and, in general, lead a normal life.

How did that happen and what was the experience like? That's what this book is about.

This book is not about arthritis, although arthritis is the principal cause of the pain and disability that lead many people to consider joint replacement. Nor is this a book that will tell you how to adjust your life to the crippling effects of arthritis. There are many other books that do that.

Rather, this is a book about the most revolutionary new development for the treatment of the consequences of the most severe cases of arthritis in the past hundred years: the replacement of crippled and diseased joints -- most particularly hips and knees -- with artificial prostheses. This procedure has already enabled hundreds of thousands of people to regain a quality of life they thought had been lost forever.

As the title says, this is a patient's guide to knee and hip replacements. It is written not from a doctor's perspective but a patient's, by someone who has gone through the experience not once but three times. The idea for writing this book first came to me when I was told that I needed what turned out to be a series of joint replacements. But when I asked my orthopedic surgeon to suggest a book on the subject that I could read, he told me that aside from technical books written for the medical community, there weren't any.

It wasn't until much later -- after I had my new joints -- that I realized just how helpful such a book would have been for me. And so, in this book, I have tried to reproduce as much of my experience as I thought would be relevant for others facing the prospect of joint-replacement surgery: what I went through when my arthritis first became symptomatic; the buying-time measures various doctors recommended; why joint replacements were finally recommended; how I found an orthopedic surgeon in whom I felt confident; the factors that went into my decision; the scores of questions I had going in, only some of which were answered in my preop discussions with my surgeon; my anxieties about the surgery; the operation itself; and, not least, the rehabilitation process.

Although I am not a doctor, many of the medical aspects of joint replacements are also discussed. That information is based on a series of lengthy interviews with my orthopedic surgeon, Dr. Eugene Wolf, the most active orthopedic surgeon at the California-Pacific Medical Center in San Francisco. I have digested this information into what I hope readers will find is readily accessible language. Dr. Wolf has also reviewed the final manuscript to make sure that my interpretation of medical language is substantively accurate.

In 1989, after experiencing increasing pain in my right knee, I was diagnosed as having extensive arthritis in both my knees and my hips. Various treatments -- special exercises, physical therapy, cortisone shots, other painkillers, and arthroscopic surgery -- provided temporary relief. But after a while, they were no longer effective. The pain returned even more strongly than before. When it did, it became more difficult for me to pursue normal activities. Meanwhile, I had become totally dependent on nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs (NSAIDs) just to get by each day.

I was sixty-three years old at the time and had worked all my life as a journalist. In my later years, especially, my work often brought me to parts of the world where the facilities posed real challenges to anyone with a handicap. (I had been to Vietnam, Cambodia, China, Cuba, the USSR, and many other places where hotel accommodations and means of transportation were often an adventure in themselves.) When I wasn't working, I played tennis four or five times a week. (People who know about such things rated me a "High B.") I went bike riding, swam, hiked, and walked extensively. I also did much of the cooking and shopping at home.

But as my condition worsened, my activity was severely curtailed. More and more my work was at my desk. My last trip abroad was to the (former) Soviet Union in 1989. (With my leg elevated on a pillow, I watched the fall of the Berlin Wall on Soviet television from my hotel room in Moscow.) Over the next few years I worked on a book that explored the historical and theoretical sources of the Soviet collapse. But as the book neared completion, even sitting at my computer was getting uncomfortable. The last few months before I finished it in the fall of 1993 became a race against time. (The book, Socialism: What Went Wrong? was published a year later.)

Tennis, of course, was out of the question. Any weight-bearing activity, including walking, was extremely painful. Driving was getting more and more difficult. My contributions to my family's daily living needs became memories. Increasingly, I found myself sitting in my recliner, avoiding the moment of ambulation. (The inanity of most television programming turned out to be my friend. Without it I might be sitting in that chair still.)

Nature's calls were a constant source of trepidation until a friend suggested I get a raised toilet seat. But although that somewhat solved the physical problem, it was an ongoing reminder that I faced a future laced with increasing indignities. The pain even went to bed with me at night.

By then my life had begun to revolve around my arthritis. I was living on powerful antipain drugs -- not just NSAIDs but even more powerful painkillers such as Vicodin. And the prospect facing me was that my condition would only get worse. I had dismal visions of myself housebound, if not wheelchair-bound, for the rest of my life. Years later I was in touch -- via the Internet -- with a fellow sufferer who captured my feelings perfectly. "I hate the thought," he wrote, "that the disease defines who I am."

Eventually, the time I had bought with three rounds of arthroscopic surgery on my knees ran out, and I became convinced that my only alternative was total joint replacement. So during one twelve-month period starting in March 1993 I had both knees and my left hip replaced. The surgery was performed by Dr. Eugene Wolf at the California-Pacific Medical Center in San Francisco.

That stretch was one of the most difficult I've ever been through. I felt as though my life had become one long surgery. While recovering from one operation I was preparing for the next. I couldn't tell where the pain from the surgery left off and the pain from the next area of distress began. A month before the last of my joint replacements (my hip, in March 1994), the pain had become so unbearable that I was counting the days and then the hours until I would once again be lying on the operating table waiting to hear the anesthesiologist say those increasingly familiar words: "Sweet dreams!"

Nevertheless, it was also a period of great optimism. Starting the day after my first knee replacement, I felt that I was on the road to reclaiming the rest of my life. Physical therapy was not only a means of regaining the use of my joints, it was a way of taking control of my rehabilitation. Two months after the last operation, I was able to do a daily one-mile walk by myself. Four...