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You fix this?

Nick broke his ankle yesterday.  He tripped.  We caught him and eased him to the floor.  He said he was ok, so we went on with our day.  He seemed a bit unsteady, but that is a common thing for him lately.  We increased our support with tranfers.  Hours later, after his weekly massage, he crumpled down as we were helping him off the table.  Again we caught him, and got him into his bed.  His ankle was a little bit swollen and we decided it needed to be x-rayed.  It has a chip of bone broken off.  He has a splint, and he is not to weight bear  on that ankle and we are to take him to an Orthopedic Surgeon.  It was a lot to take in when the ER doc was talking to us.

Nick looked at the doctor and said, “You fix this?” He explained that we were going to see another doctor who would help.  Not satisfied, Nick turned to me and said, “Mom, you fix this?”

I think that it is a common human response to want someone else to fix it when there is something that is looming large in our lives.  This morning I woke up and wished that I could have my mom fix this.  My sister and I laughed when we thought of our mom.  My mom passed away almost 5 years ago.  She would have been worried and she would have deeply cared, but she would have been useless to help with this.  Still, inside me, when I woke up with the enormity of what lay ahead, I wanted someone to fix this, to take it all away, to make all the decisions.  Basically I wanted to be the child again and have someone else be the adult.

I know that Arden and I will be able to do this.  We will manage the increase care-giving load.  We will reach out to family, friends and professionals to get the help that Nick needs and that we will need over the next 6 weeks.  We know how to do this.  We have experience.  It’s just that in today’s early morning light, I really did wish I had someone to fix this.

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Announcing that I have finished a book with the working title of “The Fairy Fort.” I am currently pitching it to publishers. Keep checking back to watch the progress of my newest novel.

Here is a quick glimpse of the story.

Sarah Doherty is an 18-year-old living in rural Ireland at the tail end of the Great War. Plagued by severe epilepsy, she is protected by her parents and lives a sheltered, secluded, lonely life. The Fae, local Irish fairies, interfere with her life. She falls forward a century in time through the local fairy fort of standing stones. She had a seizure in 1918 and woke up in 2020. The 21st century world includes life-saving prescriptions, physical comforts and the independence and freedom she seeks. The locals are welcoming and Andy Mclaughlin, a handsome young historian, is intriguing. She doesn’t want to return home.

Then a letter arrives from Boston divulging the story of Sarah and Andy’s lives that are deeply entwined in the previous century. They are not yet in love but as they seek to verify the letter through online resources, they feel a growing obligation to their unborn family and to each other. What would happen to their posterity living in Boston if they don’t return to 1918? Even if they do make it back, her parents can never know what happened to her or that would change everything.

This Young Adult time-travel romance explores the question: Do we have the freedom to make choices or is free will an elaborate illusion?

This is my third book. I love reading time travel romances. I am an advocate for epilepsy awareness because my 43-year-old son has intractable epilepsy. As a genealogist specializing in Irish research, I live part of the year in the village where the story is based. I wrote the book to help young adults understand that difficult situations can change your life. Sometimes miraculously.