Visiting the sick is an art, not a science. In Hebrew, we call this act of performing any kindness to family of sick people– bikur cholim. Recently, I have been laid up in bed for many months, due to a broken ankle, and I have been the recipient of this mitzvah (good deed) by so many… Read More
Nowadays, my friends and I talk about orthopedic ailments. Now I admit that my own not-so-recent ankle break, and subsequent surgeries makes this topic of particular interest to me. But I’ve since notice that others are fascinated with these issues. That is, everyone seems to have a story about their… Read More
I’ve struggled with weight, and battled sticking to any sort of food program – in particular a Weight Watchers program. So when I broke my leg, I had a feeling that any pounds I’d lost over the past weeks through hard work, would be quickly gained back. Broken Leg =… Read More
It’s the first question everyone asks me, usually after I tell my story of how I broke my ankle. After I share that my doctor has forbidden me to get out of bed except to go to the restroom. How he has me lying with my foot elevated on several… Read More
Back in the days when I was a child, breaking a leg meant one thing: You came to school with a white or pink plaster cast, and everyone signed it. You hobbled around in school with crutches and got plenty of attention. By the time you were ready to have… Read More
