“A little bit more pain, and then you’ll be better, the technician told my friend at the hospital when she refused to make the effort to sit and stand up.
“It hurts too much.” Marie has been in a terrible car accident and through major surgery on her back. Her pain was excruciating.”Leave me alone. I don’t care if I die.” Totally dazed by too many analgesics, she closed her eyes, but I could see the tears rolling on her cheeks.
I wanted to cry with her. “Please, Marie. A little effort. You’ll be better after,” I promised automatically not really sure if I was saying the truth.
The technician sighed. “If she doesn’t make an effort, she won’t improve.”
The words hit home. If I didn’t take the dreaded cortisone injection that was supposed to numb the pain in my bone spurred heel, I wasn’t going to improve.
My husband nudged me. “Did you hear that?”
Yes, I heard. And I went to the my orthopedic surgeon the next day. I had the injection, but half an hour before I swallowed a Percocet painkiller. My husband held my hands and apparently I squeezed them very hard during the injection. It’s not an instantaneous in-and-out puncture. The needle poking hurts and then the medicine takes a full minute flowing in the heel and hurting like h... But all the time I was thinking of Marie who was suffering so much and I bit back my scream of pain.
A little more pain and then we can be better. I remember the technician’s words. How often we shy away from the last effort because we think it’s too difficult to cope with?
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A sensual and romantic comedy novel set in France:
What’s a girl to do when she whispers another man’s name in her fiancé’s arms?
When forbidden dreams about the sexy French Dr. Yves Malroux assail her at every turn, Mary-Beth puts her wedding plans on hold. The man would probably not even remember the plump nerd she was three years ago before she lost her illusions faster than her pounds. Regardless, to be able to marry her fiancé without reservations, Mary-Beth needs to confront her past and flies to France for a summer training program in surgery with Yves.
While too many questions still swirled in her mind, her jealous fiancé summons her back home.
Will Mary-Beth let her heart decide who’s her right man? Will Yves break his no-strings-attached rule to offer love and commitment?