Helping My Brother Build a New Life
“When I take my 69-year-old brother Ben to lunch I already know what he will order: steak, onion rings and a brownie sundae. With a shy smile, he shares corny jokes with the waiter. As he relishes his favorite meal, I am grateful that he is happy and safe. It wasn’t always that way.
Ben’s birth was a double breech with the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck, depriving him of oxygen. Mom had been heavily sedated, and the doctor chose forceps over a C-section. She told this harrowing story many times, but rarely acknowledged her son . . .”