My visits to rehab have been a bit humbling. First of all, Karen pointed out that I was bow legged, which puts more pressure on the inside of the knees, possibly accounting for my meniscus tear. Okay. Then she further volunteered that one leg is shorter than the other (I forget which one). It seems that I'm coming up a bit short (so to speak). I came out of there feeling like a deformed specimen of humanity. All I need is a hump on my back, and I could pass for Igor from "Young Frankenstein".
I went into the Farber today for the monthly meeting of the Writing Workshop that I have been attending for the last two years. It was inspirational! The people there have endured the pain and uncertainty of being either cancer patients or caregivers, and they all bring talent and creativity to the room. They want to write for various reasons: to document their difficult journeys, to help them remember things they might otherwise forget, to find an outlet to express their feelings, or to leave a legacy for their loved ones, to name a few. It's amazing the clarity of purpose and zest for life that comes from knowing that one's time may be running out. I really enjoy interacting with these special people.
Amy, the coordinator, is great at challenging us and giving us guidance. At each workshop, she gives us a prompt, usually inspired by a poem, to write a piece addressing the prompt in only 10 minutes. That's a challenge! And then to read it out loud to the group? Gulp! Today, I couldn't believe the excellent pieces that rose to that challenge. I came away from that workshop filled with energy and inspired to write. I was determined to update my blog today. So I did.