My 92-year-old mother, who was making an amazing recovery from encephalitis, fell last night after getting off the phone with me, and broke her femur. Her surgery today went well, as surgeries of this type are wont to do.
It\’s not a terribly big deal to put broken bones back together, but what about the person who is attached to those bones? How will a woman who, before the encephalitis, was never sick a day in her life deal with the enforced immobility, not to mention the pain? How many amazing recoveries is a body that has been in use since 1918 capable of?
These are some of the things on my mind tonight.