My sister is crazy!
My sister is amazing!
My sister is 21!
My sister broke her arm!
My sister is a clutz! (she said it, not me)
My sister is having surgery!
My sister is my biggest worry today!
So, my sister was at a stock car race the other day and somehow managed to trip on a pulley system wire and fell on her arm. She thought it was just bruised and did not go to the hospital, but decided to stay for the entire race instead. After that, she went back to the garage of the racer, whom she had gone to see, and the rest of her friends. She finally decided, at 3am that she should have it looked at, because it was more painful than a bruise should be. She found out her elbow was broken.
Yesterday was the casting appointment. It was supposed to be the normal procedure. She went in thinking she would get a pretty pink or orange, or something flashy, cast and be on her way, until 6 weeks later, when the cast would come off and her stinky flesh would be revealed! She wasn't looking forward to tying a bag around her arm, or any of the other garbage that would go along with a cast, but it would be necessary, therefore, she was planning on dealing with it.
Plans change! People aren't always ready for it, but plans certainly change! So, when she went to the Orthopedic Dr. and he said she had to have surgery, she was a little unsettled, to say the least. He told her how there would be long term ill-effects, if she did not have the procedure done. She decided that it would be for the best, in the long run, so she consented.
The surgery time was set...for today at 12:30.
I wish I could be there. I wish I could make it better, but I can't really do anything, because I have two little girls, who are not hospital friendly! They don't deserve to have to be cooped up in the hospital and the hospital does not deserve to have them there either!
I finally called her yesterday afternoon, because I could not think of anything but the surgery. It may seem like nothing, but our mom went through a lot of different procedures, having cancer and I know that hospitals don't make my sister super comfortable, because of all the memories involved. Mom died at that hospital, not because of the hospital, but in the ER, because of her cancer. It is just a lot to think about. It is a lot to deal with and I feel helpless. I don't know why it is such a big deal, other than what I just said, but it is weighing heavily on my mind.
Please pray that the surgery go well and quickly and that the recovery will be according to plan.