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Sara...

  • ...is a happy, ordinary, middle-aged, suburban woman who paints odd pictures, gardens in a straw hat, lives with the love of her life, is owned by one cat and the ghosts of several others, and walks a little funny 'cause she has a fake leg. She started this website because there's more to life than what we lose, and we need to let each other know what's possible, even if it's only a happy, ordinary life.

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wheelchairdancer

that's some leg! Wow.

WCD

The Goldfish

This was a super post. What a super leg!

I've always thought independence from others to be a dubious aspiration. As for independence from British influence, well that was a big mistake. ;-)

Sara

Thank you, ladies! Of course, I do think it funny that the only people who have yet commented on this post (which I keep having to edit; so many typos! so many details to add!) are Brits. :)

I would also like to point out that Endolite's headquarters are located in Basingstoke, Hampshire, ENGLAND. Y'all can keep your ridiculous royal family, but damn if I would ever consider giving up humbugs, Booker Prize winning literature, or awesome fake body parts over some nearly 250-year-old political squabble -- or any modern one that may arise, for that matter. And you ladies have each already influenced me strongly, and I do hope you will keep it up.

Actually I'm sort of surprised no one has come in some flaming ostensibly patriotic snit to correct me on the meaning of the 4th of July, especially since I live in a town which, along with two or three others bordering it, claims to be "The Birthplace of the American Revolution." But then, only six or seven people read this blog.

Sugared Harpy

Oh, I ADORE the lettering with the strands and strings of your embroidery. Absolutely gorgeous, different, and super sexy!

Sara

You made Action Barbie blush! Oh no, wait, she's always that color. ;)

I also think it looks sort of organic, like it's growing on a trellis but not completely controlled.

laurie

Informative, entertaining and little bit of demagoguery and a tiny bit pedantic (autonomy versus independence). A woman after my own heart. ;-)

laurie

I clearly need to proofread my comments before posting. I meant to delete demagogue and only write pedantic. I always get those two words confused for no good reason. Sorry.

Sara

Aw, shoot, Laurie; I was so hoping to have achieved demagoguery on the 4th of July. I wouldn't have been the first! ;)

But I am all about the pedantry, it's true. Or was it just semantics? I love me some words!

That whole discussion was mostly me just thinking aloud about what I'd been reading in this book, Complications. I don't have it in front of me, so I'm going to quote it inaccurately (and might come back to edit this later), but Gawande cited one study as part of his discussion of respect for patient autonomy vs. forcing the patient to make all his or her own choices vs. the old choice of letting the patient make none of his or her own choices and not even giving the patient all the information relevant to his or her case, and this study determined that while 60%+ of people asked said they would rather make all their own medical choices if they got cancer, when they actually got cancer, only something like 12% actually did make all their own choices. I thought this was fascinating and found his conclusion about respecting autonomy not forcing independence to be the most compassionate.

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