I am so spoiled by my family. Dan and the kids have really stepped up to the plate to assist their recuperating mother and wife and shower her with love and sweetness. At every little squeak of mine I hear Zaynr's voice, "Are you okay Mommy?" Tonight while Joshi helped me straighten my room, the boys made me rice crispies with green m&m's. I found it endearing because Dan knows I love those gooey sugar bombs. When we were dating I mentioned this fact in passing to him. The next day he stood on my porch with a plate of rice crispy treats for me. It pulled my heart strings a bit to think that this guy really listened to me then cared enough to make me these silly treats, (at the time I thought boys don't like to cook). After we were married I found out that it was his sister Kim who made them! I still love him anyway. I need to remind myself about all this sweetness before I gripe about little things such as socks, toys and books strewn through out the house.
As I hobble around the house I think of my sister-in-law, Tammi, who broke her foot in August around the same time I messed up my knee. The docs used screws and bone grafts to fix her foot. She needed to keep weight off the foot until it healed. Since then she has been hopping, sliding and also scooting around with a walker after her four, active, small children. I've had it easy!
Congratulations to Butty and Flair on passing their first test to become therapy dogs! Dan and Joshi have been working with the dogs toward this. Butty is such a mellow dog we figured that he would pass. Dan also took Flair along to see how she would do and acclimate her a bit. I thought she would fail with spastic, spinning colors. Flair is 14 months old and still acts her age. Not only did she do better than Butty, she was one of the top performing dogs of the day. Huh? My spazy Flair? Life is full of surprises. Now they have three more tests to complete. With the examiner, Dan, Joshi and the dogs will visit hospitals and a nursing home to see Alzheimer patients. After their certification, I am looking forward to visiting nursing homes with the children and dogs. Dan is looking forward to having Butty lay at his feet while he reads MRI's at work.
Dan is really going the extra mile in taking care of me post surgery. The man already spoiled me with his attentiveness before this so it maks me feel somewhat guilty giving in to all this service. He reprimands me whenever he catches me trying to carrying something, dabbling in the kitchen or trying to do any sort of cleaning. Doing some of those activities on two crutches really doesn't work too well anyway, yet I found that I can hop on one leg to get around the kitchen more freely. I do this when Dan isn't looking of course. It is a bit tiring and my hip is starting to ache, but maybe I'll get back some muscle tone in my good leg. Aside from my life long scars, my legs do not look like my own any more. Sigh.
At risk of sounding too negative let me say that the past year amd a half has been the crappiest in my life. Of course I couldn't write that the past year was the "crappiest" in the Christmas letter so I simply called it "dysfunctional." A lot of great and wonderful things happened during this time frame; I am only speaking generally. Before this, I do not think a thought such as "This stinks and is the worst ever," has ever occured to me. And if the last year or so of my life is my worst time ever than I have had a pretty darn good life. Yes, my life is good and I wouldn't trade it. 
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