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Analisa Roche's avatar

I am currently, hopefully, nearing the end of a season of dependence on my husband and four children. I broke all three of my ankle bones on Fat Tuesday while hiking on a trip. I am almost six weeks into being completely non-weight-bearing. My husband (mostly) and my children (college-aged, living at home) have fed me three meals a day, brought me things, open and closed my blinds, helped me bathe, kept me company, and done pretty much everything else for me for the entire time. One of the things that helped me with acceptance of the situation was this Substack - reminding myself of the dignity of dependence, telling myself it's my opportunity to "walk the walk". I have also leaned on Catholic social teaching. It's been a Lent of surrender.

I was also the recipient of so much love and grace from the people of Puerto Rice (where I was hurt) and the people of my parish and larger community who have been feeding us.

When I feel frustrated or guilty, I intentionally transfer my feelings to gratitude. It's not hard, as I am so very grateful for all the help and companionship. There are lessons to be learned, and I'm just being as welcoming of them as possible.

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Kara Masick's avatar

CONGRATULATIONS!🥳🙏🙏🙏

This was very good to read (and exciting!).

Thank you.

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