I was so excited about summer. The kids and I had planned so many fun things to do. All fun was abruptly stopped when I slipped. I dislocated my ankle and broke it in three places. A 911 call, a visit to the ER trauma and surgery the next morning meant all those plans and time I expected to spend with the kids wasn’t going to happen. And to top it off two weeks prior to falling, I had adopted 2 very young kittens.
The first couple of weeks I slept a lot. It was probably my body working to heal. Following that, I had what I call the vast expanse of random thoughts. My mind wandered from plans, to worries, to memories back to plans and the cycle has continued all summer.
I feel very fortunate. I was convinced I was alone in this town but I was surprised. My California daughter came for the first week and she was a tremendous help. After she came my Pennsylvania daughter came with my grandkids. The grandkids kept 2 very energetic and playful kittens busy and my daughter helped around the house. My church help provide meals, a friend from church provided transportation and a couple of people from my book club, even pitched in. And a mother very busy with three young children, even found time to bring me dinner. I thought I was alone, but God proved me wrong. He showed me a vast community ready to support me.
I am now just one week away from being cast free. My to do lists are many and long. School begins two weeks after I return to work. I’ve promised myself and the kids and I will do as much as possible to make those last two weeks fun.
This forced stop has reminded me it’s important to embrace each day and make as many memories as possible, even when the days are simply being together because we never know when our life will take a detour.
My life on an unexpected path 