For those of us who were spared by fate and vaccine, Philip Roth's Nemesis charts polio's course and brings to mind the friends and neighbors who suffered the withering and the life-long incarceration of limbs.
I worked the phones madly, texting Arthur with the updates. I was doing it for both of us. On those crutches I negotiated a kitchen, met with vendors and began the process of curing the hams and bacon.
Close your eyes and picture the smiling, fluffy bundle of mirth that is a golden retriever. Now picture 400 golden retrievers galloping across grassy fields to a long dock jutting into quiet lake and each dog launching him or herself into the water with gusto.
I can't really say there's anything stranger or less understandable than having your surgeon approach you minutes after you've woken up in the recovery room to tell you exactly what he just did to your completely immobilized naked body.