Phyllis broke her foot in two places on Memorial Day, the day before we were to leave for Orlando and the GCLS Conference. After many tears and discussion and after a visit to the doctor's office, we realized she couldn't make it to Orlando and be comfortable. Off to Cleveland she went for her family to watch over her for the week and I went to Florida, miserable and lost without her. After trying the boot and hoping it'd heal both breaks, she finally consented to surgery to insert a screw on July 20. Another eight weeks ensued and today she received the glorious news that she's free from the boot. The foot is now 90% healed. She'll have to be careful and it'll be back to the doctor/surgeon in three weeks for a final look-see, but she can now wear two shoes and not just one.
It's been a summer of lessons for her in patience and acceptance that I didn't mind taking care of her. That I love her and I wouldn't have it any other way. She's learned that she can't do everything. I know she went through some depression--she's never had anything like this happen before. She's never been knocked off her feet--literally. Phyllis is a "go go go" woman. It's hard to hear "slow slow slow" and accept it.
But through it all, this has made us even closer. I didn't think that was possible. Life sometimes throws these things at you, though, and God teaches you that there's an even deeper love than either of you knew was possible.
I just thank God that she's healed.
