You are so right. The dark days of anger, depression, frustration, and fear were made more bearable by doing all I could to exercise and do my own chores. Friends on the phone and faith got me through the worst days. I danced on one leg when I learned I would be PWB. Four weeks later, I can walk without crutches and I am striving to be able to do what I could before the injury. I keep coming to this site to encourage others to have faith and keep believing — it does get better.