“You have a 100-degree curve — and 60 is considered critical. Miraculously, your internal organs are still intact, but we need to do surgery before it’s too late…”
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y new husband and I set out to live our happily ever after. Hashem quickly let us know that this wasn’t our life plan.
Our new neighbors knocked on our door, thrusting plates of welcome cookies in our hands. When my husband answered the door and thanked them for their offerings in slurred speech, they all did superb acting jobs, and then backed away slowly.
“You’re so special,” they said, or “What’s your story?” There was no right question. Welcome to life in the middle — we weren’t that special-needs couple, nor could we be called normal.
My past quickly caught up with us. My chiropractor pushed my shoulders one way and my hips another and happily pronounced me straight. But there was no denying it: I wasn’t straight, and I was in way too much pain. Pain that stopped me functioning and from being the wife I so desperately wanted to be. So I tried another chiropractor. “If you do my exercises every single day for rest of your life, there’s a chance you’ll be fine,” Chiropractor No. 7 said.
