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Awwwwwwwwww! Thanks for sharing that neat story.

Just out of acute nosiness, which you can tell me to stuff if you want, when did The Mum start having trouble with her arms? She looks very healthy and fully functional, as well as lovely, in the pics.


Zayrina - Lovely and cunning. Her arm issues were: atrophied right arm, fine right hand, fine left arm, atrophied left hand. Note you only see her right hand in every photo, attached to her non-functioning arm. Her functioning arm is wrapped around Dad, and so you cant see her bad hand. All puffy sleeves, too. And the shoulderpads doubled up on one side helps straighten her out. Plus, the high collars hide the trach scar.

She was pretty annoyed in high school once when I bought myself a shirt with puffy sleeves and a high collar. She countered by buying me a low-necked armless sweater.


Great story! Would love to hear more. When's your book coming out? :)


Coming back to me in a whooosh is the memory or my friend from 30 years ago in college.
Karen with the unspellable last name. She had a polio affected left arm. We became buds while taking a geography class. Rocks not maps.
Her left arm and hand were dead as a wet noodle. She was completely unfazed by it. She forced it to be useful, a paperweight in class. I was briefly fazed by it then was quickly over it, by the sheer force of her personality. She played tennis, got married, had a baby, anything she wanted. Her husband was a dot Indian, a biomedical engineer, who really pitched in to help with the house and baby.

Seeing the Mum's story, and thinking of Karen, I wonder if polio imparts special personality powers on those who have it?


Zayrina, from the stories I've heard about Warm Springs and any other polio rehab, the therapists there had a 'take no prisoners' approach. You either did it or went home to curl up and be locked in a back room for the rest of your life.

Of course, a lot of those folks who gutted it out are paying the price now with Post Polio Syndrome.

Pretty much sucks whichever way you look at it.


0.5 - Even better, how about Mom's writings instead? Here's Mom's version of the story:
Zayrina - I think it's just that people with problems grow up strong. When Mom pointed out that my fiancee had epilepsy, and dint that bother me, I thought, what, you want me to marry one of those spoiled whiners who are in perfect health?
Becs - Joni Mitchell, Alan Alda, Mia Farrow ... who knows who it might affect them. Of course, no one knows what the future holds.


I have an old book of cat stories that used to belong to my mom when she was in her 20's. She made notes about each of the stories in the table of contents, and around the borders. It's one of my favorite things.


Melissa - I just found the Dickens and the Trollope have some annotations too.

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