On the 7th my son was hit by a car walking home from school. He was crossing a very busy road and decided not to use the crosswalk so he could get home faster. He wanted to hurry up so he could go to the gym with me. When I got to the scene he was in the middle of the road and the paramedics were there. His leg was badly broken and his ankle was turned in a direction that was totally abnormal. At the ER I was allowed to look at his X-Ray and the doctor told me it was a very bad break of the tibia. They could not do surgery that night because he had fracture blisters and very bad swelling. So, in about a week or so he is going to have to have surgery where they will screw his bones back in place. The break is right on the growth plate and the doctor says there is a possiblility that he could have a limp if he grows much more as the growth plate is damaged and will not continue to grow because of that. They also told me that the bone came very, very close to breaking out of the skin when the accident happened.
I consider our family very blessed and lucky. It could have been so much worse. But, as a mother, and seeing your child laying in the road, there is nothing more frightening. I still see it in my head almost all day long. I don't know, I think I am having a hard time dealing with it. I can't even begin to explain to you guys how I feel because there is just no way to describe it. I can't begin to put into words my emotions at this time. Thanks for listening. I really needed to tell my story. I hope that it helps me a little bit.
Alex, my son, is going to be laid up for a good bit. He will miss all this week of school and then next week. On the 20th starts Christmas break. I'm hoping that he might be able to go back to school, if the surgery goes well, on the 3rd of January when classes resume. He's in a great deal of pain and it's really hard for me to see him go through this. I think even harder is trying not to show emotions that will scare him or worry him. So, I'm doing my best to act "normal". The disabled veterans organization donated us a wheelchair for him so that we can get him in and out of the house. He can not walk on crutches. I thought that was very nice of them. How do you show the kind of gratefulness that you feel in words when words could not possibly convey the sincerity of your feelings? I did not know what we were going to do to get him back and forth from the hospital if we could not get a wheelchair. I'm hoping that each day gets a little bit easier for him. The doctor has told us that he will have a great deal of post-operative pain after his surgery. I know that we will get through this just fine. Just right now in the moment it is hard.