Chapter 19 - Noah’s Second Cast
At forty-two, Noah broke his wrist skiing.
He sent photo:
Bright blue cast.
Caption:
Apparently I have a brand.
I laughed until tears.
Then remembered.
Called.
“You okay?”
“Yes.”
“Can feel fingers?”
He groaned.
“Mom.”
“I’m sister.”
“Worse.”
Grace in background:
“He’s fine.”
Then I asked:
“Need anything?”
“No.”
Good.
Two weeks later he visited.
Cast signed by Lucy.
Blue.
I touched.
“Too tight?”
He raised eyebrow.
“I will throw you out.”
We laughed.
Then he said:
“Funny thing.”
“What?”
“When they put it on, I remembered Linda. But not scared.”
“What did you feel?”
“Annoyed.”
Then:
“I told nurse history and she checked extra carefully.”
Good.
He advocated.
No silence.
Then he said:
“I think that's difference.”
“What?”
“She taught me pain made me liar. You taught me I can say what I feel and let professionals decide.”
That was perhaps best sentence.
Then:
“Did I?”
“Mostly. You also asked too many questions.”
Fair.
Then cast removed.
May you like
No issue.
Blue again survived symbol.
