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.
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