

"I could not have asked for a more sensitive and patient doctor to go through my symptoms, MRI, and options. I NEVER felt the least bit rushed during the office visit, which is rare in NYC, and he made it clear the surgery was, at this point, my decision."




"She had her hips replaced at HSS by Dr. Allan Inglis in 1970. It was a miracle. After healing, she was able to go back to her love of dancing and enjoyed living again. She died December 28, 2010, at 105-year-old with the same hips Dr. Inglis gave her in 1970."

"After two years of severe back pain, I sought out Dr. Wyss for some pain relief. He had great bedside manner and unlike other doctors I had met with, he diagnosed the exact cause of my pain and explained the measures I should take. When the day of the first procedure came, he ensured that it went flawlessly. During the procedure, he talked through every step and it. It was successful, and he followed up immediately."



"28th July, 1968 was a day that changed my life. From being a fit, attractive and energetic 20 year old mum with an 8 month old baby I became an unattractive, disabled female with little hope of continuing to live a normal life. On this day, I was involved in a serious road accident that left me with a badly disfigured face, brain damage with memory loss, multiple vision, a hand that had been sewn back after being almost severed."

"In 1998, I was diagnosed with Avascular Necrosis of the right hip. Being 36 years old at the time this was a devastating bit of news when I was told nothing could be done at that point other than a total hip replacement. I am almost 12 years post op right now and thanks to him and your fantastic hospital resumed my life as if nothing happened. I am able to do many of the same activities as I had before the surgery."

"My knee feels better than ever. I laugh when I think back to my original doctor who told me I would never play again. Dr. Warren gave me back my playing career and a huge piece of my life. I am forever grateful to that man."






"I was an ardent yoga practitioner for many years and avid hiker until black ice brought me down. Not in an ashram or on a mountain but right on Fifth Avenue and 13th St. I realized what had happened -- a broken kneecap -- and that I couldn’t get up. I once thought I would never cross the street without crutches again, but now I’m back on the mountain!"
