My Grandmother

My Gramma Grell is an amazing woman. She raised 6 children, has 23 grandchildren and 60+ great-grandchildren. That doesn't make her amazing though, of course. She is amazing to me for being a person I have always looked up to. Her family is super important to her. She sends out birthday cards to EVERYONE in the family and they always arrive on the day (or before). She lived during the depression so she knows the value of saving money, making do with what you have, making food from scratch, growing vegetables and canning them, and so much more. She understands what it's like to not have modern convienences. She used to sew and I will always cherish the things I have that she has made. She taught me how to can tomatoes and pickles and I have the memory of that day that I won't ever forget.

Well, now she's sick. She is 96 so she has been slowly declining. She's had some health problems, been in and out of the hospital and has lived with my parents for the last month. This last weekend, she was visiting my aunt's house in Wisconsin and fell. She had to have surgery today to repair a broken hip and broken elbow. She came through the surgery fine but we are worried about her.

At preschool, where I work with my mom and my MIL, the joke is that my gramma has nine lives. She goes through these major things and just keeps on atickin'. None of us can believe how strong she is.

Please pray for my grandmother...

Update On My Wrist

The last two weeks have been a whirlwind just trying to get used to be one-handed (not an easy feat) and still keeping everyone and their crazy schedules straight. Luckily we are done with kid ball games now. Dave still has about one a week but that is managable.

Last week I had had it. I was done messing with my stupid hand. I couldn't do ANYTHING with it and it was hurting. A lot. Not at all if I didn't move it. But a ton if I did move it. So I called ORA and told the nurse how much pain I was in. She told me my doc was in surgery that day but I would probably hear back by the next day. Well, later that day I got a call. He wants me in a cast. Like now. Because of my symptoms and the fact that I couldn't rotate my hand without pain.

So I got a cast. A pretty purple cast. How I loved my cast. Aside from the obvious hard to shower/hard to sleep bummer things, I really was happy to have that cast. My hand felt so much better with it so I didn't really mind it.

I went back on monday. Now I have no cast! The x-rays still don't show a break. But I really love my doctor. He really listens and he said he wouldn't discount my symptoms just because no fracture shows up. He said my symptoms point to fracture so he admitted he was a bit stumped. He decided I could wear a splint instead which will keep it immobile just as much as a cast, plus it's removable and washable:) In 4 weeks, I go for a checkup. If at that time, I still have pain, he will order an MRI. In the meantime, I can use it to tolerance and I am back to running(yay!).

I've decided this is my left-handed summer. Not ideal, but it is what it is:)