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Eight Personal Miracles of 2014

I’ve been invited by the very creative writer Renee Schuls-Jacobson to post today, on the 2nd day/3rd candle of Hanukkah. Renee was given my name by Rivki Silver, another amazing blogger.  (Thanks, Rivki!) Anyway, this special activity where a bunch of bloggers (eight to be exact!) are each posting on a different day is called Hanukkah Hooplah!

And…in honor of Hanukkah Hooplah, I have a really important announcement to make:

I, Miriam, mother/grandmother/MIL blogger, am  taking  a BREAK  from blogging about my BREAK.  You know? My ankle break? Yeah. That one.

So? What does non-blogging about something have to do with Chanukah?

Bear with me as I explain:  Chanukah  commemorates miracles that happened to the Jewish people. Right? And  my ankle healing story (which began back in February)  would have been a really cool miracle for me to write about here. Kind of like my own personal miracle, right?

Good things a-coming

A BREAK FROM MY BREAK!

The problem is that I’ve  blogged  enough about the break of my ankle and  its ramifications. I’ve written about my convalescence and recovery here; my seeing the bright side  here and my gratitude for kindness and G-d’s miracles here.

I’ve written stuff here. And here. As they say in Hebrew: Maspik. Enough. Finished.

Not that anyone’s complained about my constant talking and writing and blogging about my ankle. No. People are very nice  and they listen to me. Still, Chanukah is my time to realize  that it’s not all about me about my  foot.  That miracles are really all around us at all times. And we don’t only have to break a leg – and then get better – to see them.

Just because my broken foot, in all its glory of swelling and redness and painfulness led me to see the light in a dark situation,  doesn’t mean I have to blag (that’s blab and blog) about my foot all the time.

Just because   as a result my foot healing,  I am a more grateful woman and just because I’m now  thrilled with little things like for example, uh…walking with two feet, and having almost no pain or stiffness anymore in my ankle, doesn’t mean I have to blag on and on about said foot and its healing.

So just to reiterate:  I’m NOT talking about my foot anymore. Got that? Good.

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Okay! So, today, in this post I’m talking only about 8 other miracles of going from dark times to light times  in my life.

Because Chanukah is celebrating the light in the dark. The one small bit of oil that miraculously lasted for 8 days, and created so much light.

My miracles were the kind  that while they were  going on, I didn’t realize anything significant was happening. But  when I looked back weeks or months later, I thought “hey, I can’t believe the good that came out of that event  – what a miracle.”  I bet some of you can relate.  Over time, things have evolved in your life that represent a  remarkable change from dark to light.

Gradually evolved good stuff that makes us all happy and surprised  at one time.

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Many of the Eight miracles below have occurred gradually. Knowing they have happened helps me see the light in the darkness with newer challenges that come my way.

Here they are (not in any particular order.)

Good-bye to my annoying mother-in-law behaviors. Some time after I broke my ankle was injured last February, which happened to be around the time that one of our sons got married, someone asked me about my new daughter-in-law. My response was “What? Who?” I seriously forgot that my son had gotten married. I was so absorbed in my pain and frustration of the broken ankle situation, that I forgot to be a mother-in-law! To me, this was a huge miracle that evolved over time. Hello! Who FORGETS to be a nagging mother-in-law? And my darling son and DIL (all three of them) got benefits  from my injury in that I left them alone for all those months. How cool (for those newlyweds)  is that?

milhoodladies2Boy, she looks like a mean mother-in-law, doesn’t she?

I got to keep my job.  When I did not work (because of my injury, I mean situation) at the hospice agency where I’d provided music therapy for clients for the past 7 years,  I worried I would not be able to work anymore. Thankfully, I returned to work, and the position was still available after so many months.

Son cured from  illness.  One of our married sons had headaches (which actually began last Chanukah 2013).  When they  didn’t subside, he went to the doctor for CT scans, which were negative. Then one day, he felt other strange symptoms. He checked into the hospital where they took more tests and after several brain scans and spinal MRI’s, he was diagnosed with an auto-immune illness (the antibodies created to kill the headache virus, attacked his spine), affecting certain functions.  But now after many months he is miraculously out of the woods, and has very slowly swung back to his regular self,  to the joy of his wife and children, and all of us. Thank G-d!

Layoff had happy ending. Early this year,  my husband’s software company laid off all employees. While this was a big shock, it turned out to be for the better, because after almost 2 months of looking for a job, my husband got a better job with better conditions. Looking back, we realize now that  his losing the first job led to a miracle of a much better job. (And…as an added benefit while I was in bed because of The Miracle that Shall Not Be Named, he was around to help me while he was temporarily laid off!)

Attended my father’s funeral (yes, that attendance was a miracle..read on).  My father recently passed away at the age of  88.  Sadly, I was not able to visit him during the final 9 months of his illness because I was not allowed to fly (from California where I live, to New York)- due to my situation. But,  when we got the call after the Shabbos that followed Rosh Hashanah this year that my dear father had passed away , I was already weight-bearing (medicalese for standing and moving on my feet). And so, I was able to attend my father’s funeral the next day in NY. A pure miracle, considering the fact that I had been immobile my situation.

No more sweating the small stuff.   I find that I don’t sweat the small stuff as much as I used to. Unfortunately, it took having several serious hardships  for me to get my priorities straight.

Grandma and kids on wheels

Medical scare with happy ending thank G-d – I found a lump about a year ago and to say I was terrified would be an understatement. It was over a Holiday weekend and I couldn’t reach my gynecologist. By the time I went to his office on the Monday, I was in tears. Hysterical. Thinking the worst. My doctor (who knows me for many years, having delivered almost all of my children), calmed me down, sent me for a biopsy. Diagnosis: Infection. Miracle of miracles. Antibiotics for 5 days and I was good as new.

New baby grandson.  Several weeks ago, our son  and daughter-in-law had a new baby.  Mazel Tov. Thank G-d.

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So there you have it: The 8 personal miracles that my family and I have  experienced as gifts from G-d. Sometimes it takes having all kinds of tzoros for us to really appreciate stuff.

And to think that I wrote this entire post without  mentioning my broken ankle even one time! Wow.  What a miracle.

Ummm.  Almost. Sort of…

 My question to you: What ONE miracle of a really dark situation that turned to light has occurred to you this past year?  Write a comment below describing a DARK to LIGHT situation in your life. The winner will receive a GIVEAWAY of my book mailed to them. All residents of the U.S. are eligible.

To win a copy of my book  please leave an AWESOME comment below sharing a  miracle  that you experienced  in the past year.

Mazel Tov! It’s a Bubby! The Joys and Oys of Being a Mother, Mother-in-law, and Grandmother   makes a great Hanukkah gift!

HAPPY CHANUKAH  TO ALL and may all your challenges be miraculously overcome! Leave a comment below, telling about one of them!

And oh! Click on this  Hanukkah Hooplah menorah right here– go ahead. Click on it to  get to the other 7 blogger gals’ posts about Chanukah too.

I’m participating in a #HanukkahHoopla with 7 other Jewish bloggers. In the spirit of the season, we’re giving 8 gifts to 8 fabulous commenters. Click on  Hanukkah Hoopla menorah above to be magically transported to the schedule where you’ll find links to visit other fabulous writers and increase your chances of winning holiday cyber-swag!

 Photo Credits: Exclamation point graphic- publicdomainpics.net.  #Hanukkahhoopla Graphic: Renee A. Schuls-Jacobson.  All other photos property of Miriam Hendeles.


On Illness, Recovery and Birth

It’s been a difficult year for our family.  Lots has happened since late December of 2013 and early January. And here we are in November 2014, and we are celebrating the birth of our 5th grandson, thank G-d. Yes, our second son and his wife  had their third son this past Wednesday.

 

After illness comes recovery for some, whether it’s a complete or partial recovery. But throughout that process, I have experienced various emotions, from sadness, frustration and mourning  all the way to happiness and fulfillment.

It’s as if the challenging times gave birth to happy times.

By talking about my past year, I don’t want to minimize what others go through. Nor do I want to over-dramatize what my family and I experienced. Everyone has rough times. No one is free from challenges in this life, whether physical, emotional or both. I continue to pray for all my friends and relatives who are suffering daily with various issues.  When my children were growing up, things were chaotic, crazy and difficult…and fun. And I came out on the others side stronger (I think!).

But this year for some reason was more intense, concentrated into one year.

And this week, after all that, we have a new grandson. That alone gives me the strength to know that bad times are often followed by good times..and so life goes. There is a light at the end of the tunnel.

The Year in Review:

Last January, one of our sons was diagnosed with a rare auto-immune disease, called transverse myelitis. He was in the hospital for a few weeks and until the diagnosis was clear, we were quite afraid of what he actually had. Thank G-d, he has recovered almost completely from the illness and is now free of most of his symptoms, but it was scary.

I now appreciate, as does our son and his wife, every bodily function from breathing, walking to using the bathroom. When we realize what can go wrong, and actually have those things go wrong, we are all the more relieved and appreciative when those abilities come back. Our son still has intermittent headaches which is a symptom of the original problem but the neurologists all say that that is part of the process. It can take up to a year or more for total healing to happen.

A few months later, in February, our third son got married – which was a wonderful and exciting event.  The day before that, I broke my ankle. You can read all about how I coped with that, as well as lessons that I learned in the process. And now, after three surgeries, a serious bone infection of osteo-myelitis  and lots of physical therapy, not to mention 6 months being laid up in bed, I am so deeply appreciative of every step I can take. Limping. Waddling somewhat…but who cares? I’m walking. Little by little and step by step, I’m regaining my strength. I also am appreciative of all the help I got from friends, relatives and acquaintances.

And then throughout my period of being with my casts, splints and not being allowed to weight bear (i.e. “stand on my feet!”), my father was sick with end-stage Parkinson’s Disease, which he had had for 14 years, and suffered most debility the last year. I could not visit my father who lived in NY, because I was not allowed to travel. I could barely speak on the phone with him, because his voice was very weak.

And as many of you know, my dear father passed away at his home at the end of September. Fortunately, I was already able to walk when my father passed, (with crutches and a walker), and so I “hopped” on a plane together with my dear husband as soon as we got the call, and flew to New York from Los Angeles where we live to be at the funeral the following day. Then, I sat shiva with my mom, aunt and siblings and flew back to LA after that.

One month later, I flew back to New York for the Shloshim  event, which is the memorial our family organized for the 30th day after my father’s death.

It’s been a whirlwind.

But here we are, celebrating little Baby Hendeles’s birth….

Good times a-coming. Which reminds me: I better get to cooking for Shabbat. Everyone is coming for dinner tonight!


Turning the Corner

Remember the fun of riding a bike for the first time?

Remember the excitement of being able to balance while going straight down the street or in the park? While staying upright (barely), pedaling the wheels and holding the handlebars, you looked straight ahead and felt the wind blowing in your face. Maybe your mom was holding on to the seat of your bike to help you along. Maybe she already let go.  Practically holding your breath, you didn’t dare look to the side.

And then you came to the end of the path. It was time to turn the corner. You were excited. But also a bit afraid.

Turning the corner required  extra skill  and was a risk. You had to tilt the bike ever so carefully, while veering the handlebars to the right or left.  You might fall and get hurt. You might find new territory on the other side, while going further away from home. Turning the corner was tough stuff.

The past 7 months, I’ve had a broken ankle, several surgeries, and complications. With lots of encouragement from my wonderful husband, children, family, friends and community, I’ve done pretty well.

I’ve moved  forward. Sometimes backward. Sometimes staying the same.  More recently,  I found a great doctor who got me on the road to recovery, and on the straight path.

But  I wasn’t allowed to put my foot down, or bear any weight on it. Doctor’s orders.

Until today.

Today, I went to the orthopedist for a check-up after my surgery 7 weeks ago. He told me the news I’ve been hoping for. The words we were all waiting for.

“It looks great. It’s healed.”

OFF WITH THE CAST!

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And…on with a simple boot that I can walk on very soon.

In one week, to be exact. That’s. Very. Soon.

I’m excited. I’m happy. But there’s another component here.

Part of me is afraid. What if I turn the front wheel too far to the right and end up plopping down? What if I make it around the corner but find that it is too scary or painful over there?

What if I find that it’s too hard to do stuff around the block, and decide to go back to my own street,  up and down the same street?

But honestly, I cannot really afford to think the above thoughts, or remain gripped with fear. Such ruminations will prevent me from moving to the next step in my recovery.

All beginnings are hard, and so are transitions. Change is exciting and wonderful, but it doesn’t come without fear.

I remember looking at my injured leg before surgery 7 weeks ago, and mentioning to the anesthesiologist who was there, how utterly skinny my leg was. In comparison to my good leg, this leg was shriveled and thin. What was that about?

“Oh, that’s because you haven’t been using it for so long,” the doctor explained, referring to the many months that I’ve been without a useable leg, due to several surgeries and an infection.

His comment led me to think of the implications for life.  When we don’t use certain muscles, they shrivel up, and waste away. When we refrain from turning  corners toward change, we make it harder and harder to get back into things. The more we put off doing what needs to be done, the more we have a hard time doing it.

That is why I’m looking forward to taking that first step in my boot in one week from now. It may hurt, and it may be difficult. I may limp at first and I may want to stop walking and rest.

But the more I exercise my muscles of change (within reason and appropriately), the better and easier everything will be. Eventually my leg will fill up with muscles and will be more like a “regular” leg. Turning the corner takes trust, courage, and effort.

Maybe during this time of introspection during the month of Elul, before the High Holidays, each of us can figure out what is our “corner.” What place is our point of change were we go from a straight line to a right angle?

What is that point of difficulty where we have to exercise new muscles and joints to make it work in another new way before venturing into new territory? Figure out that point or joint that is your own niche for change, and then turn it. Turn that corner. It’s hard at first.

But it’s so worth it.

See you around the corner!


Good-bye and Good Riddance: 10 Things!

Let’s be perfectly frank here. I’m getting a little tired of my broken ankle. It’s been almost 7 months that I’ve had this thing in my life, and I’m ready to say good-bye to my life of being “with-cast.”

That will be in a few weeks, but I’m all ready. I’m pumped. I’m preparing for the good-bye, and getting really into it.

This time of year, many of us are getting ready for the High Holy Days of Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. One of the ways we do that is by counting our blessings, appreciating the good in our lives, and refraining from complaining.

Great goals to have. So at this time, my way of NOT complaining is to express how HAPPY I am to have come this far…to experience soon the end of my foot journey.  I am very excited to bid good-bye  to the lifestyle I have led the past 6 or 7 months.

Here are the 10 things that I’m looking forward to saying good-bye to very soon. Good bye and good riddance!

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Go away. Don’t come back!

  1. Good-bye to awkward getting in and out of cars. I’ve used a scooter to get around and when someone drives me places, I have to edge the scooter close to the curb, then hoist half my body onto the seat of the car, while holding injured foot in mid-air. Then I move my injured foot with a plop onto the floor of the seat, while pulling the seat belt around me. Reverse for getting out of cars. Hello easy meneuvering!

  2. Good-bye to scooter. I will be able to put weight on and use both feet and legs. What a concept. Walking, driving, and getting around and putting weight on both feet – not just my good foot. Hello 2 feet!

  3. Good-bye to plaster cast. I will be able to see my leg in the flesh. I will no longer have the cumbersome, itchy, and stuffy cast hovering around my bones and holding my healing ankle stiffly in place.  As I will be transferring to a “walking air cast” – i.e. removeable cast in a few weeks, that will give me more freedom. Yay! Hello open air on leg!

  4. Good-bye to four walls and stale air of my home. Most of the days I stay at home. Soon I will get to go outside more often, because of my upcoming independence.  Hello fresh air!

  5. Good-bye to bad posture.  Today I was in an elevator in a doctor’s office building, and I noticed that I was standing hunched with my knee on my scooter. It’s an inevitable pose, given my state of being with-scooter, but it’s hardly good for posture. Hello straight back!

  6. Good-bye to Facebook 24/7. Okay, that’s an exaggeration. But you know what I mean. When you have a life, you don’t need facebook all the time, or do you? Hello Life!

  7. Good-bye to denial about weight gain . Hey, it’s easy to deny weight gain when you can’t put foot down to weigh oneself on a scale for all these months. Not to mention a heavy cast that would distort the weight anyway. Hello facing the music!

  8. Good-bye to lack of structure in day. Yes, I’ve kept very busy the past half year with many hobbies and other pursuits. But my days were unstructured. I’m ready for a set schedule in my life. Hello real job!

  9. Good-bye to only elevators. Ever try going up a staircase with a scooter or crutches? It ain’t easy, and depending on the number of stairs, it is downright impossible. Hello stairs and escalators!

  10. Good-bye to pain killers. This is something I’ve said good-bye to a few weeks ago already, but I look forward to not having even a low level of pain. That may take some time, as I am going to have physical therapy which is likely to be painful at times. But still, I’m moving in the right direction of recovery and I’m looking forward. Hello to comfort!

What I will do with all these things remains to be decided. I don’t think I will be throwing out the above ten concrete or abstract things, but I will definitely be happy to say good-bye.

And on that note, I say good-bye to this post. Stay tuned to a future post where I thank all the wonderful folks who have helped me survive this journey.

What are you saying good-bye (and hello) to during this season of High Holidays?

Photo Credit: www.publicdomainpics.net


Songs for the Journey of Life

The Great Puzzle

By Lyrics by Miriam Hendeles; Music by Jana Stanfield; Vocals by Arthur Kaufman

Last night I was at an engagement party with my faithful scooter under knee (I’d say “underfoot” but foot is not working yet!), and a few people stopped me and asked, “What? You’re still with that broken ankle? So long?”

Yes, people, it’s been over 6 months. Back in February I broke my ankle and have been through a long journey to get this foot working again. The good news is that my road to recovery is almost over! In a few weeks, I hope to have the cast off and look forward to beginning physical therapy, returning to my real job and getting my life back!

As a music therapist, I use music to help others achieve therapeutic goals. The past months, I became my own music therapist. I composed songs. I wrote lyrics. That’s one way that I coped. Hey, as much as I tried to see the silver lining,  it’s not easy being cooped up in a house reading, writing, and doing hobbies.

Sometimes you just have to sing! And so that’s what I did.

We love music!

  WE LOVE MUSIC!

For those of you who don’t know much about the music therapy profession, there’s lots to read about music therapy and its benefits. I’ve been a music therapist for almost 20 years and I love what I do.

I’ve been inspired for many years by the singer and song-writer Jana Stanfield, who is a fabulous motivational speaker and concert artist. She’s not a music therapist, but she is a huge proponent of the profession, and even encourages music therapists to use her music in their sessions and singing engagements. She wants her music to be out there to help people.

I attended a workshop in lyric writing given by her many years ago and I have been purchasing, listening to and enjoying her various CD’s and music over the past 12 years. I believe her music helps people put common sense ideas for spiritual growth into music. And that’s a great thing for all of us, especially during these difficult and challenging times in the world and in our personal lives.

Here’s one song that she wrote which I absolutely love. As we go through life, we may feel lost at times and can’t find our way. But if we view ourselves as “exploring” rather than being “lost,” than we can see it as a positive action toward finding something special at the end of the road. Here’s the link to Jana’s clip to part of her  song: (click) – “I’m not lost; I’m exploring.”

If you want to buy any of her CD’s, pop on over here and grab some of those. They’re great.

So here I am, listening to Jana Stanfield’s  music, becoming inspired and itching to compose my own process, my own lyrics over her music. She encourages that, as I’ve said earlier. She gives permission to do that, because she wants people to learn and spread the value of her music.

Attached to this post is  the audio of the song, “The Great Puzzle.”  It’s about my journey with the broken foot and the subsequent recovery. My friend, Arthur Kaufmann of Magic Key Productions sings and records the music.

For more information about music therapy, please visit the music therapy website, http://www.musictherapy.org

– Lyrics by Miriam Hendeles, MT-BC; Lyrics adapted for instructional and sharing (non-profit) purposes to Jana Stanfield‘s  music –    “I’m Not Lost; I am Exploring”     (http://www.janastanfield.com) and   Jerry Kimbrough; (Used with permission for instructional purposes only).

-Vocals and Recording by Arthur Kaufmann of Magic Key Productions – Cedar City, Utah  (http://www.redrockrecords.com)

“The reason my co-writers and I write these songs is so that people will hear them, use them, and enjoy them. There are very few radio stations out there that play this kind of music, so please be our DJ’s.” — Jana Stanfield (on her website, 2012).

– Photos credit: M. Hendeles

 

 

 


Top 10 Tips for Visiting Sick People

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Visiting the sick is an art, not a science. In Hebrew, we call this act of performing any kindness to family of sick people– bikur cholim.  Recently, I have been laid up in bed for many months, due to a broken ankle, and I have been the recipient of this mitzvah (good deed) by so many people in our community. People have been generous beyond my wildest imagination. Although I performed bikur cholim before I broke my ankle, I don’t think I did so with such skill and grace as those who performed the mitzvah for me. And so, I’ve compiled a list of 10 “best practices” for mastering the art of bikur cholim based on my experiences as a recipient. Just as one must master certain skills in order to produce a true work of art, so too one must master certain practices in order to fulfill the mitzvah of bikur cholim in its highest form.

In creating this Top Ten Tip List, I am speaking to myself as much as to the reader:

  1. Call, text or email the sick person before visiting to ask when is a good time to visit; it’s not a good idea to pop in without prior mention.

  2. When others are also present, refrain from side conversations without involving the person who is sick.

  3. Unless the sick person asks, do not talk about yourself or your own life; rather, talk about something you know is of interest to the sick person.

  4. Your presence is what is most valued by the sick person, even more than cards or flowers.

  5. Ask open ended questions (i.e., “How are you feeling today?”) to encourage the person to talk if they are in the mood; do not ask details about their illness.

  6. Speak using empathy and compassion; avoid speaking platitudes.

  7. If you are running errands such as going to the market, it’s nice to call and offer to pick up something; you can keep a running tab on how much you’ve spent so the patient can pay you back.

  8. Ask first before sending over food; coordination (regarding time and food sent) is important to not cause undue stress for the patient. If they tell you they are fine with whatever you send, then go with their wish.

  9. A brief friendly phone call is always appreciated; most important is to listen to what the person has to say and help the patient feel validated. You can offer to relieve a young mom of the kids for a few hours, by taking them to the park.

  10. If you say you will do something, follow through with it; if something comes up, let the person know because they are likely relying on you to fulfill your word.

After all is said and done, we strive to do our best when it comes to any mitzvah, especially visiting the sick. And if we aim to do bikur cholim artfully and purposefully, then G-d will help us achieve our goals. May all the sick and injured be cured by the ultimate Doctor, and may there be no more need for bikur cholim.

Photo credit: M. Hendeles


Orthopedic Comparisons

Nowadays, my friends and I talk about orthopedic ailments. Now I admit that my own not-so-recent ankle break, and subsequent surgeries makes this topic of particular interest to me. But I’ve since notice that others are fascinated with these issues. That is, everyone seems to have a story about their foot or someone else’s foot, heel, ankle, hand, tendons, ligaments, cartilage, arm, femur, wrist or shoulder having been dislocated, broken, fractured, bruised, sprained or torn.

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8 Ways I Broke Into My Diet Program After Breaking My Ankle

I’ve struggled with weight, and  battled sticking to any sort of food program – in particular  a Weight Watchers program.  So when I broke my leg, I had a feeling that any pounds I’d lost over the past weeks through hard work, would be quickly gained back.

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I was forced to bring my active life to a standstill.  As per doctor’s orders, I’ve been home for long stretches of time in bed with my right foot elevated. I haven’t  walked in shoes, nor have I driven a car for several months. Continue reading


5 Unique Reasons I am Not Bored while Stuck at Home

It’s the first question everyone asks me, usually after I tell my story of how I broke my ankle. After I share that my doctor has forbidden me to get out of bed except to go to the restroom. How he has me lying with my foot elevated on several pillows to keep the swelling down. How I have not gone to work or stood on both feet, walked, or driven a car for six weeks.

It’s the one thing friends, relatives and acquaintances want to know.  And they ask with utmost sincerity,  a worried look on their face, and extreme sympathy in their voice. They mean well and think their question will bring me comfort and validation.

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The Silver Lining

Back in the days when I was a child, breaking a leg meant one thing: You came to school with a white or pink plaster cast, and everyone signed it. You hobbled around in school with crutches and got plenty of attention. By the time you were ready to have the cast removed, your cast was no longer white or pink, but a combination of ink colored signatures.

Sounds like fun, doesn’t it?  Yeah, right. But wait. There’s more.

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