As I leave week 7 and move into week 8 of healing, I am reminded of “7” representing completion, so I’ll end my weekly hand journey with this post. Make no mistake. The toughest part has just begun, so I welcome your continued prayers! This week began the toys! I actually looked forward to going…
When my oldest son was 5, he was flying so fast on his bike with training wheels that I swear I saw smoke! When I told him I was taking the training wheels off because it was time, he freaked out, begging me not to because he would fall. I calmly replied, “Then just get…
When I first injured my hand, the ambulance driver said something very profound while gently moving my uninjured hand away from my hand that was bleeding profusely so he could take over applying pressure (because he needed to take my blood pressure). He said, “The body starts to heal the second it’s injured. The bleeding…
My hand therapist made me cry today. 🥲 She stretched my fingers beyond what I would ever do myself. I could even feel ripping inside, which I yelled out through my tears (I also accidentally hit her–reflex). 🫢 She told me I have to learn to push beyond the pain because the pain is necessary….