That was the phone call my brother got last Sunday. My mom was shopping at Macy's and fell. She broke her femur and wrist. Yes, both on the same (right) side. She's been having a lot of knee/leg pain. Her leg just gave out.
So, she had surgery on Monday night. A nail in the leg with screws and a plate and screws in the wrist. Somebody better warn the TSA when next she heads to an airport. The machines will be blasting.
She's doing remarkably well, post surgery. Seems as tho the anasthesia and the post -op drugs were doing her in, more so than the injury. But she's pretty much thru that phase. They moved her to a rehab. place (Fairport Baptist Home) (shhhh don't tell the pope). She stayed there a few years ago after her back surgery. I think they have a frequent stay program.
She'll be using a platform walker to get around. And it's going to be a big hassle for her for a while but hopefully the leg heals properly and she'll be able to enjoy summer at the lake.
Patty is there now. Joan will fly in next week. And Jim, then Catherine, then Mary, then me, then Maureen. Each for about a week or so. And then I presume the rotation will start anew if needed. Good thing we are a huge Catholic family. :) Unfortunately, none of those 7 kids live in or near Rochester.
The photo is from a couple weeks ago when she met her newest grand dog. Kiefer, the golden doodle.
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