As long as you and your family are alive and well, everything is bless really.
As for my arm, it's still useless as fuck

I'm partially at fault, had I taken the therapy sessions seriously it would've improved. I was and still am very proud, and never wanted to be pampered or protected, always thought that I can handle everything on my own.
And I embraced being a three legged dog very early on, I remember even arguing with a doctor that having 2 arms is abnormal for me 
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When I used to play competitive football, I injured my left leg, I was too proud to be in a wheelchair and decided I'd move with a crutch (obviously couldn't use 2). I was 15-16 at the time. I had to use my good arm for the crutch, and I'd limp on. While I was injured, I'd get mad at my friends, classmates and teachers for trying to help me carry my shit.

The arm itself was never an issue for me, it's being told you can't that always got to me.