For another, I have no phantom pain, which often plagues amputees whose brains remember their absent limbs. For one, I have no traumatic accident in my past. Though doctors refer to my condition as a “congenital amputation,” I think a distinction between someone like me and someone like Norm is an important one to make. Like Norm in the book, I only have one hand, but I was born this way. It’s about playing baseball and riding his bike.īefore I get too much further into this review, let me admit something: I am not an amputee. Norm is a kid, and from his perspective, losing his hand isn’t about learning to light cigarettes with a hook prosthesis. In 1946, it wasn’t uncommon to see an amputee, but they were usually war veterans. A week later, he is sent home from the hospital an amputee. Auch, eleven-year-old Norm’s life changes abruptly when his hand gets caught in the meat grinder in his father’s butcher shop. Within the first ten pages of One-Handed Catch by M.J.
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