Wednesday, January 28, 2015
My finger
When I was 4 or 5, I was walking my grandmother's dog in my snowy backyard. I had wrapped the leash around my hand, and the dog was yanking my along, and I broke my left ring finger. However, being a very stoic child, I didn't cry or say it bothered me, so no one ever noticed. My finger healed wrong and now it's all bent. It didn't hurt for years, but recently it's started hurting. I'm seeing a hand specialist about it, and I have to choose between having surgery on it, maybe fixing the pain but possibly limiting the movement in that finger, or not doing surgery and risking it getting worse. I would appreciate prayers.
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