Yesterday, my husband finally got his ankle x-rayed and it is, indeed, a fracture. He came home with a big bulky air-cast that he has to wear all the time for 4 weeks, except when he is sleeping or showering. Now, he is bummed out all over again. (If you don't know the story, it's here.)
I feel for him. But I am also grateful that I get another chance to act generously and compassionately. To put myself in his shoes and try to give him what he needs, both physically and emotionally. I didn't do this so well when he first hurt his ankle. I am excited to get a "do-over." During the next four weeks, I imagine I'll be falling again and again.
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