A wonderful article, by Paula Sienna, was in yesterday's ​Keene Sentinel.
​To link to the paper click here.

It’s been a month. It’s been a really long month. I don’t think anything could have really prepared me for this healing process. I dozed a lot, did my PT, took drugs, lurched around the house with my walker, and carefully lifted my legs to get them into bed. I had a week with my lovely daughter, Rina Rose, and grand-dog, Mango. It was 2.5 steps forward, and then one backwards.
 
There are still many things I cannot do. Some of the PT exercises, seemingly so simple, are still very difficult. I have a great deal of trouble getting my legs into bed and getting comfortable. Going up and down the stairs more than twice a day uses up a great deal of my energy.
 
But still…. there are many things I can do. I can now read books. I am learning to use a cane. (Such freedom compared to a walker!) I can slowly walk around my parking lot. I can put on my socks without using the ‘sock-putter-on-er.’ And I can think a bit more clearly.
 
To my great surprise, I did not have an urge to make a single thing. This has never happened to me before, never in my whole life, for as long as I can remember. – Then Deidre came to visit, bearing food, and suggested making some ‘healing art.’ Art that speaks of my body and bones slowly knitting themselves back together, art without judgment, and without a need to show to anyone.   -   And so, at last, one month later, I have started.
 
I am told that it will take a year to get back my full energy, but that I will be much, much better by three months (early May). I have very few physical limitations – mostly to use common sense and to approach every activity with care.
 
What has been so incredibly amazing to me has been the outpouring of love and food, of visits, phone calls, cards, food, thoughtful gifts, Sam (cat) care, rides to PT, and even more food. I feel overwhelmed with gratitude for all that you have done for me. “Thank you” does not even begin to express how I feel.