In the end I decide to share. Me, the oversharer, self-appointed queen of TMI, wondering whether or not to post this. But in the end, like I said, a quiet but assured YES comes to the fore.
That’s Bryan’s wedding band on my chain.
He’s in the OR right now, getting his left wrist put back together by a very reputable hand surgeon. The reason I tell you this is because I think it will fill him with teary gratitude to hear from every last one of you when he’s in severe pain and recovering tonight and tomorrow. Take his mind off the inevitable pain, the titanium plates and screws.
Monday on his way to work, he got in an accident. He was on his bike and had to brake suddenly to avoid a collision. It was around 8:30 when he called me to tell me he thought he broke his wrist. The sound of his voice. In so much pain and so frightened.
His head, neck and spine are all healthy and whole thank god. He was wearing his helmet. His helmet has a big gash in it. He also got some wicked road rash on his arm and shoulder and banged up his knees pretty good.
After his appointment with the orthopedic surgeon, who told us a couple of times that the injury is “very severe,” we went to Trader Joe’s. There, we met, so serendipitously that it seemed like God herself plopped this guy down to better Bryan’s perspective, a young man in a wheelchair. He was a paraplegic and we overheard him telling a co-worker to always wear her helmet when biking to avoid winding up like he did. We approached and learned that he had been in a coma for weeks after his accident and so elated to come out of it with his mind intact that the loss of his legs was nothing. He was so happy. It was a blessing to meet this guy when we did.
Breaking a bone at 45 years old. Feeling your mortality like never before. Going over and over the accident in your head, wondering how you could have reacted differently to achieve a better, less battered outcome.
This is a journey unto itself. An odyssey filled with incredibly kind and skilled doctors, firefighters, administrative workers, nurses and one very fine lawyer.
So keep my man in your prayers and reach out to him. Email him or post on his facebook wall. He’ll be okay. In the end it’s just a broken arm, but it still requires a lot of effort to get through the ordeal, physically and emotionally.
Love to all!