On Wednesday morning, my husband Javen hit a pothole while commuting on his bike, went over the handlebars, and broke his arm. We’ve been through urgent care, the emergency room, in-patient proceedings, surgery yesterday, and now await his discharge from Abbott Northwestern hospital. It could have been much worse. We count ourselves fortunate to have the insurance, family, work support, and leave benefits that are making this process go more smoothly. At the same time, it’s startling how quickly an accident can take away physical abilities and rearrange urgent priorities. Youth and good fortune generally keep this reality from the foreground of my thoughts.

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