On Pilgrimage, Looking For Answers

WHEN THE ONLY WAY THROUGH IS ON OUR KNEES

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“Where’ve you been?” someone asks. “I haven’t seen you for weeks.”

Last summer, my husband fell and broke his leg in three places. It took a long time to mend, but his pain only grew worse. By late October, we discovered other problems, long ignored. The arduous process of blood test, x-rays and MRIs, consults and therapies continued. My…