Catching a Break

In the past year with all of the miraculous and stressful things that we've experienced with our dear little one, I'd finally got to the point of feeling that we're moving forward...things had started to feel settled, emotionally, physically, and financially. Then, Trevor had to catch a break.

While playing church basketball, Trevor's feet got tangled with an opponents while heading down court. He fell backwards and put his right hand down to catch himself...resulting in a broken wrist. We've been waiting for his CT to be read so we can make a plan to get it fixed, and it found that he does need surgery to put a plate in, and most likely will also need a bone graft to fill in a "hole" where apparently the bone was smashed to bits. I'd like to say that this is all new to us, but just before Broxton was born 3 1/2 years ago, Trevor had this same injury on his left wrist from an ATV wreck that resulted with a plate put in as well as one on his collar bone.

So, we're headed to the University in a couple weeks for consult and then scheduling of the surgery date. In the mean time, it's back to day by day...some days are better than others.