“You have arthritis”, said the orthopedic doctor as she turned the computer monitor to show me the x-ray of my ankle joint.
If you know me, you may have noticed that I limp. In 1997 I was in a bad car wreck. My right ankle was damaged badly. The doctors saved my foot with a muscle transplant and a skin graft.
I’ve had good days, I’ve had great days and then I’ve had those days where I just can’t support my weight. Since July 15 the bad days have not subsided. I’m scared. I’m angry all over again.
Somehow I will finish up the vending season, even if it means I have to move like a slug. Peoples lives change every day. There is so much to still be grateful for. Thank god I am not a vendor at heart. I am an artist!
I will find a way through this.