I never really…
…thought about elbows much…until the past 72 hours. Strap yourself in because I’m getting ready to explain a loooonnnng three days….lots of tears and lots of elbows. It all started on Friday when the vet called and told me Keturah has cancer. For those of you who don’t know, Keturah is our 12-year old rottie whom we adore with every fiber of our being. The good news was that the tumor on her elbow was such that we could remove it and probably get rid of the cancer all together. The bad news was her age might not make her a good candidate for surgery. In the end, her bloodwork showed that the surgery was worth the risk so we proceded and she actually came out with flying colors. So we had the surgery yesterday and the tumor is gone but she is a drunk, sleepy mess. Tim and I were reminded last night of those early days of parenting when you’re up and worrying about every little sound your baby makes (Tim was so sweet, he slept on the floor with her most of the night). Now it’s just time to wait for the lab results to confirm that we got all the cancer with the surgery. In the meantime, we’re enjoying having our girl back home and giggling at the mess her medicine has made her:
OK, so that was started on Friday, right? On Saturday, after double header soccer games and a cross country meet we settled into a very pleasant afternoon and evening. It was nice. We were all sad about our old girl but all-in-all we had a very pleasant evening. On Sunday we were so excited because Tim had the day off. We went to church, lunch and Wal-mart and had a great time hanging out together. I had just settled into my scrapbook room for the first time in weeks when I could hear Kaitlynn outside crying. I stepped out and discovered she had fallen off her bike and hurt her elbow. All-in-all not a terrible thing, but it was quite scraped up and worthy of her tears. Here is what it looks like two days later:
Oh but wait, I’m not done yet. After cleaning her up, wiping her tears and convincing her it was a good idea to get right back up on that bike I settled back in to my scrapbooking room. By now Tim had gone outside to practice soccer with Alden and I could hear their laughter and discussion as I sat at my table. Within minutes I heard it again. The sound of a child crying coming through the open window of my scrapbook room. I decided I wasn’t needed because Tim was outside and surely he could kiss it and make it feel better or whatever was necessary to stop the unhappiness. But no, it wasn’t meant to be. In comes Alden with Tim right behind him. Tears flowing and very loud shouts of pain. After 45 minutes of icing, evaluating and questioning our parenting abilities the decision was made. It was time for our first ER trip in ten years.
Guess what? He fractured his elbow.
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