DANIEL-CHOY-Obituary

DANIEL CHOY

New York, New York

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CHOY--Daniel S. J., MD. Daniel S. J. Choy MD, May 5 in New York City. Born May 29, 1926 in Shanghai, he survived Japanese invasions in 1932 and 1937, when his family was evacuated by U.S. destroyer to Hong Kong, where he graduated from a British Jesuit school at age 15. He left on the last boat...

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Daniel was my father's cousin and they lived together in Shanghai. Daniel shared his memories in his book, Troubleshooters, J. K. Choy (his father). I only met Daniel as a young child in Honolulu. I didn't really know him. But his book answered many of my questions about my family. Daniel, thank you!

Dr. Choy was my teacher, my mentor, and my friend. I studied the Percutaneous Laser Disc Decompression surgical technique under him. My condolences to the family, patients, colleagues, and friends who will treasure his memory and his incredible contributions to medicine and humanity in general. He will be missed and greatly appreciated.

Dear family of Dr. Choy, I was the happy patient who enjoyed immediate relief from a herniate disc back in the 90s when Dr. Choy had an office on Park Avenue. My sympathy to the family. Is there a doctor continuing this work? Many thanks for the referral. The disc is again a pain. I live in NYC.



I was in Paris, France, inside a restaurant, with my two daughters and, for no reason, I looked outside through a big window and saw around twenty people crossing the street. Among these pedestrians, one, in particular, caught my attention: this gentleman was trying to cross the street at a different pace from the others, with enormous difficulty, almost hitting the ground. Instinctively, I ran out, desperately, still holding my napkin. I dropped it on the floor and bumped into...



I was in Paris, France, inside a restaurant, with my two daughters and, for no reason, I looked outside through a big window and saw around twenty people crossing the street. Among these pedestrians, one, in particular, caught my attention: this gentleman was trying to cross the street at a different pace from the others, with enormous difficulty, almost hitting the ground. Instinctively, I ran out, desperately, still holding my napkin. I dropped it on the floor and bumped into...