Monday and what I learned last week …

As week two begins; since my daughter’s accident I cannot bring myself to consider the things I have learned.  They are all too painful. I know; they are alive it could have been worse;  is a mantra that rolls of the tongue. Nonetheless being 6000 kilometers away from a child who is destined to spend 6 months unable to walk is not easy; especially as it would seem physiotherapy has not yet begun So the poor girl is laid in bed 24/7 at home apparently ignored by the post op care team. So while the flights are booked for our visit;  I send good wishes to them both especially my son-in-law.  He has spent nearly 10 days in bed with  non-immobilized fractures; this appalling. I am truly grateful for all those (friends and family)  who have supported my daughter and son-in-law and  really understand that the medical staff are under pressure;  short staffed etc but this doesn’t yet quell the tears.

So sadly I can only hope that this week brings some positive activity; I don’t expect miracles, the accident was severe the damage immeasurable; and they will recover and meanwhile I remember happier days at Christmas.