The first time I played,
my teammate charmed me saying,
You don’t need to walk like that.
I can hook you up with the best doctor 
At Columbia Presbyterian. I met the
Yahtzee man in New York
the following week. He kept his promise,
took me to diner, a hansom cab ride
through Central Park. Of course, I fell for him,
Much to the chagrin of the man I lived with.
I agreed to three more operations.
My father was opposed.
You’ve been through enough.
But I had to keep fighting.
The doctor rebroke my left leg.
Set it straight; lengthened my heel
chord, removed scar tissue to
return feeling from my right knee
down to my foot, I left the boyfriend
for the savior man, who turned
out to be a junkie and couldn’t save 
himself. But I never doubted
he came into my life to save me.