I DIDN’T WANT A CAREGIVER—I WANTED MY OLD LIFE BACK
I didn’t cry when the doctors told me I’d never walk again. I simply nodded, as if they’d told me tomorrow’s forecast—sunny skies, maybe paralyzed. I didn’t want pity. I didn’t want to hear “you’re so strong.” I just needed the space to grieve something I couldn’t even name. When the nurse suggested part-time help,…
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