Being broken isn’t fun.
Being broken while participating in your favorite pastime, isn’t fun.
Being broken with a family that depends on you isn’t fun.
Being broken two days before Christmas when everyone who would, you expect, normally offer to help you and your family are far too busy with the holidays to notice your absence or accident.
Being broken with an 8 and 5 year old, isn’t fun.
Going to the hospital knowing you have a broken arm and waking up from surgery to find out you also have a broken hip, isn’t fun.
Twelve days in the hospital, while your poor children come every day to see you, eating junk food and frozen meals in exchange for more time with Mommy because people that would normally help didn’t notice that a Mommy wasn’t with their family for the holidays, makes a Mommy cry.
Being unable to type for six weeks isn’t fun, especially when it is part of your life.
Being broken six months later, even with titanium parts, people think you are healed – near collapses, constant pain, narcotic withdrawal, additional surgery number two. It’s not over, yet.
Being forgotten isn’t fun either.
Noticing the people that you have helped, raised funds for, and put yourself on the line for, not do anything for your kids and family, isn’t fun.
Being broken shows you exactly who your friends are, and that really isn’t fun.
If someone in your life is broken, make sure you try to remember them. There is nothing more heartbreaking – for a Mother especially – than seeing your children spend their Chanukah and Christmas in a hospital, and eating McDonalds every day, knowing that you would never let that happen to someone you know.
Don’t get broken around the holidays.
Thank you Ward & Taylor for Flowers which were there almost after I came out of the anesthesia. Thanks to BoomtownROI (Rivers, Grier, Donna and all) for the delish Fruit Flowers while at Rehab, New Years eve had Chocolate covered strawberries from you!!!
A deep debt of gratitude to Laurie Bick and Rick and Nancy Jensen for bringing my family food while I was in the hospital last December. A deep debt of gratitude to my friend Melissa Coale (of A Sassy Glass) for being my chauffeur, getting me out of the house when I was stuck home for 6 weeks – taking me shopping, to Starbucks, the DMV and for making us some very yummy meals. Thanks to Jim and Michelle Kubasko for some really yummy homemade soup, and Emily Jensen for such delightful sweet treats.
This isn’t the place I would normally want to post something like this, but I guess it is better than no where.
Being broken isn’t fun, but chin up and get through it!
