By Debra Mattson, Newcastle
I was turning a screwdriver to assemble a patio chair when I realized that nothing would ever be the same again. I wish I could tell you that this life-changing moment came while I was witnessing a vivid sunset or while my husband held my hand and stared into my eyes with love or while I snuggled with my dog. But no, it was while I cursed a screw that just wouldn’t fit in its threading. This mundane moment became the line drawn in the sand, between a time when I thought I would not live long enough, and a time when I thought I might make it after all.
