Finally got chance to sit with my feet up after small party & I am thinking is this what acceptance feels like. I still remember right after my stroke for first few years every time when I wanted to use my left hand & I wasn't able to use it the way I always did for past 34 years, it used to frustrate me,make me depressed, sad about how I was such a useless person or not normal person since I can't use my left hand anymore. now after 7 years in my post stroke life's journey I have adapted to doing things around the house single handedly. agreed it takes me longer time, but important thing is that things get done and our home life runs smoothly. Yes sometimes hubby has to help me in some things, but he always helped before too, so its not a major issue at our house. Though what I notice that now it doesn't bother me at all not having left hand. so I wonder is that how acceptance feels like. if it is. I love it.I don't feel pity for me or anything, I am actually proud of our family & myself the way we handled this adversity in life & came out stronger than ever before.