Last evening was like most others. We ate supper, played with the cats, and Papa Bear watched TV while I sat beside him and did a little writing. I texted with both of my sisters and a friend, and played Words With Friends with them. I went to bed a half hour early so I could read for a little while and relax for sleep.
Something woke me up about 1:30 AM, that happens fairly often. Sometimes if feels like there is something or someone needing my prayers. I picked up my phone, glancing at my texts and Facebook, and discovered that my older sister in Minnesota, who turns 64 next week, had taken a very bad fall and was at the emergency room with her daughter waiting for for x-ray results.
Last night she had taken her two poodles out for a last potty before bedtime. She was standing at the top of the steps to her deck while the dogs were in the yard on their long leashes, which she held in her hand. One of them gave a tug, and she lost her footing on the icy deck, tumbling down the steps on her backside. Shaken, she noticed immediately that her leg felt floppy, but at least she hadn't hit her head in the fall. She managed to drag herself back up into the house to retrieve her cell phone and call her daughter who lives a few miles away for help. She tells me that she was hit with excruciating pain when two policemen gently lifted her into her daughter's car for rapid transport to the ER.
It turns out that she shattered the upper part of her femur. She was admitted to the hospital and will undergo surgery tomorrow (Wednesday) noon to repair the fracture with screws and plates and tentatively a hip implant. They surgeon is hoping she will be recovered enough by Saturday to transfer her to a rehab facility where she will remain for 2-3 months for healing and therapy. Since she is single and her daughter has a full-time job in downtown Minneapolis, it would be impossible for her to be home on her own while she recovers.
Thankfully, she has a wonderful boss and was promised today that her part-time cashier position at a dollar store will remain open for her when she is ready to return. She was so worried about losing it, she loves working there, and needs the income to make ends meet.
Needless to say, this isn't how she was planning to start the new year, and she certainly wasn't planning to celebrate her birthday in rehab. But it could have been so much worse, she might have hit her head and been knocked out... or worse. She might have been unable to call for help. In the blink of an eye everything could have been forever changed.
Today, she was resting comfortably in the hospital, with sufficient morphine to keep her from severe pain, and said she was okay unless she tried to move anything. I'm sure she is sore and bruised all over from the fall. She is in good hands and knows that God is taking care of her. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers and she goes through surgery and the weeks of rehab. Of my two sisters and I, she is by far the most agile and active, and is pretty feisty too, so I am confident she will make a full recovery in time.
I am terrified of falling, especially on ice, especially as I get older and my bones become more brittle, and this just brought home again the need to be extremely careful - and to always have your phone in your pocket or an emergency alert device. It also serves as a reminder of how important it is to live in the present, enjoy every moment, and stay connected with family and friends. Life can and does change in the blink of an eye, be grateful for each day as it comes.