After my stroke, I couldn’t go to bed without an orthosis, also known as a forearm splint and finger separator. It was recommended by my occupational therapist to help with right-hand function and clenching. The only burden was when trying to canoodle with my husband of 33 years. One night, I was on my side of the bed. I reached across with the bulky brace and tickled his back. I was awkward and feeling stroke-y. He turned over and kissed my arm gently. I don’t think I could have loved Andrew any more than I did at that moment.
If you had a LIKE button, I'd click it. Very moving.
Thanks so much, Paula.
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