Shocked at the terrible misery. It seems inhumane that she has to care for husband and children with that condition. Hard to imagine.

I had a great healing of a broken kneecap two years ago. I feel down the steep stairs at my nephew's house in Seattle, where I was staying, trying to find a way to stay in Seattle.
I had a cast foot to just below crotch for 3 months, and the break healed perfectly. The misery was from the nastiness of the doctors and the rehab people. A different kind of misery. I ended up having a TIA from the stress in the first place, and was put in an excellent cardiac hospital, and then into a good rehab place, finally. The surgeon was very skilled---he told me how lucky I was to have him--but he was one of the nastiest people I ever met. So to each his own type of misery.