A moment that changed me: I broke my arm seven times – and finally listened to what my body was telling me

I t was the first day of spring this year. I was topless, face-down on a foldaway travel table, as the masseuse uttered six words that brought my attempt at relaxation to an abrupt end: “I think your arm is haunted.” I have broken my right arm seven times: seven breaks on seven separate occasions....

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