I went to my winter formal at the time knowing that that Tuesday following the weekend, would forever change my life. I took a bath the Sunday night before we left for UCLA and I looked at my hands. I would never be a neurosurgeon with one hand. My hands were pretty. My mom insisted…
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Pancakes
Some of my best memories I have of growing up with my dad are making pancakes. My dad and I were both early risers and found ourselves in the kitchen in the early morning whisking egg whites until they were firm and folding them into batter, only to make the fluffiest pancakes. National Geographic had…
Diagnosis
You know how once you get your life back on track something comes and knocks you down again? Same. Remember that hand pain? Me too. It was still there and getting worse. My dad and I went to a hand specialist in Santa Barbara to have the cyst removed right before Christmas. I was awake…
One Handed BAB 