daffodils and crutches

So if I could find my camera ( I lost it, yes, but I can’t find it because I’m so so gimpy right now) I’d post a picture of the daffodils that my sweet husband brought home the day I got my cast and crutches. So when he brought them home it was just the stems- they hadn’t bloomed yet. This morning I woke up to a massive layer of snow and in my window were those daffodils, all opened wide. It was a great day for a little piece of happiness on my counter.

My little brother Jamey left today. He came up for his spring break- he spent the first 4 days here working on projects for Habitat for Humanity. Who does that on their spring break of their senior year of college? Jamey does. Then he paid for his own flight back so he could spend the rest of his week with us. It was so great to have him. Jamey has always been the one in my life who I thought could do no wrong. I have countless experiences where Jamey was so good to me. There was a time right after we moved to Utah, about a year and a half after my father passed away that I was having a really tough time with it all. Jamey called from his friends house right as I was praying for some peace. Mind you, he was like 10 at the time. He called and said, “Hey Lexi, I just wanted to call and tell you that I love you” and that was it. He did a good amount of taking care of me, his older sister. So having him out was so great for me- and for my kids. I went and picked him up on Thursday, the same day I found out that the pain in my dumb ankle was really a stress fracture- but before I found out the gloom and doom of the cast and crutches.

My boys were thrilled to see him. Back when Casey was born, Jamey was going to Utah State (where Lance and I were going to school). Casey cried all of the time. He really did. It was so hard to get him to calm down ever, but when Jamey held him, he calmed down. They’ve had an amazing bond since then. Jamey spent hours and hours playing with my kids and was totally cool with us being completely boring. We stayed up late playing games and watching funny movies. It was just what I needed at just the right time.

Friday I got the cast from hell. Okay, so it isn’t as bad as it could be. It’s a soft cast I can take off. But the sucker goes up to my knee! It’s a lousy stress fracture in my ankle that I’ve been walking around on for TWO WEEKS before now. Now I have to wear the dumb cast/boot/interrogation device on my leg for 6-8 weeks and use crutches for 3 weeks. Which means, obviously, no marathon. Grrrrrrrr! For the first time in my life I’m SAD I can’t run. It was doing so much good for me.

In leiu of sympathy, you can still donate to the race. Cancer sucks more than casts.


This sweet picture is from my brothers Iphone

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