Last week I posted about my sister-in-law and her broken arm. If you missed it you can find it here.
It was a bad break. My SIL is on the other side of 80 but fiercely independent. (Her 80 is the new 60.) With bad knees and a fracture at the shoulder joint, it isn’t easy.
There were a lot of adjustments to make, like stair glides, high toilets and recliners that lift you out of the chair. My brother has done most of the arrangements. Sometimes I weigh in. (I like to think of myself as eye candy with some logic. Stop laughing!)
There were x-rays and scans and doctor appointments (oh my!). Friday we got the news. BAD, BAD BREAK! She requires a shoulder replacement. We were blindsided assuming that any surgery would be about pins and screws. That was a terrifying solution. Surgery at that age is scary.
The doc had sample joints and did a lot of “splainin” until we got to a point where we could breathe. (We were looking like blue smurfs. Not a good look for eye candy.)
We are getting ready for the surgery with the right clothes, comfy throws and stuff we didn’t think of yet.
Something that struck me was the resilience of them both. I have always admired my brother. He’s not perfect (he got Mom’s stubborn gene!) but he is a kind and caring person.
Where some folks duck and bob when it comes to helping out, he’s right in there with both feet. He knows stuff. He can fix most anything. You can count on him. He won’t ever let you holding the bag. Not ever!
During this whole mess I saw the love he has for my sister-in-law. Her comfort and health is his number one priority. He struggles with decisions, working to make sure each one is the right one. He is her advocate.
This is all stuff we take for granted. What happens when something tragic happens? Are you in it for the long haul? Can you pull behaviors out of yourself that you didn’t know you had?
There are a lot of people out there who are. I’ve heard the stories. Long term illnesses. Aging parents. Handicapped children.
There are so many people who make adjustments to their lives to accommodate others. Makes me feel so humble.
Surgery is next week. I’m sure with two crazy folks (that’s not including me) there will be a post on that. SIL is expected to spend a night or two in the hospital. Guaranteed she will know the name and family life of every caretaker within earshot.