““Never look down on anybody unless you’re helping him up.” ~Jesse Jackson
I’m sitting in our trailer in a trailer park near our oldest daughter’s apartment. She is just a couple days out of major surgery and so far, is doing a good job of warming her futon and starting the healing process. To give you a visual of oldest daughter, she is tall, has short light brown hair with bright pink highlights, which look especially lovely on her bright blue futon. Shortly, we will join her at her apartment, with square footage not too much bigger than our trailer. We are a cozy group caring for her–her roommate, my husband (the able bodied ones) and her sister and me.
My husband just drove our youngest daughter to her college orientation, which she will be hobbling through on crutches because a little over a week ago, while “long-boarding” she broke her leg (her tibial plateau for those of you versed in anatomy). The tibial plateau is the top of the big lower leg bone that the knee rests on. She wont be able to put weight on it for good while and needs to wear a big ole brace.
*In case you are like I was a couple months ago, having no clue what a long-board is, it looks like a skateboard but longer and thinner. Those who long-board do not put them in the skateboard category even though they look an awful lot like a skateboard. I’m still trying to figure out why this is.
Through both of our daughter’s adventures, my hubby and I managed to take out yearly vacation in the mountains, using our cell phones to stay in contact with daughters and doctors. I am immensely grateful to both of our girls for handling their predicaments incredibly independently so their parents could finish out their vacation. Thanks to their friends and big brother for helping them do so.
My mom who lives many miles from here had surgery two hours before my daughter. If she lived near, I know we’d squeeze into the apartment even tighter, and make room for her. Time to call across the miles for a “how’s mom doing?” update.
Its also time to get ready for the day ahead. Wanted to check in and share the reasons I suddenly disappeared from cyberspace. Miss you my online friends and look forward to checking in soon and seeing how you are. Hope you are taking good gentle care of you…
P.S. When I have time to think and write, this is a good topic for posts on trying to be a caregiver when you are ill yourself, and how to take care of three people who physically challenged at the same time. (I don’t know how J is doing it; but he is coming through again).
“Finding the funny” is an imperative tool when in the midst of overwhelm. We are giggling a lot.