I am in the midst of a deeply moving experience. Literally.
While we were in the middle of planning a transition into a retirement community, having decided to take this aging gig seriously, on June 7, my husband Jay, who was already pretty disabled, fell and broke his leg in three places. Since then, he’s been in rehab, learning how to walk again, and I…
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