Our son Dan broke his arm biking last Saturday on a rare 60 degree February day in Minnesota. Over the past week, we have spent a lot of time in Urgent Care, in an appointment with a surgeon, figuring out how to wear a long sleeve dress shirt and suit over a sling so he could attend a job fair, and yesterday in surgery to repair the arm.
Over the past four years, it seems like I have been more often on the receiving end of care and even though I would not wish a broken arm on anyone, especially one of our kids, it has been rewarding and bonding to be able to be one of the caregivers. I am sure Tammie feels the same way, having Dan stay at our house the past couple of days so we can help him pre and post surgery. He is usually very self-sufficient and likes to figure things out on his own, so having him “let” us help him has been a blessing for both of us. One of the things I have personally learned about illness or injury is that it tends to knock the self-sufficiency gene down a peg or two, giving others the opportunity to help.
BTW, if you need help at 4 am, I am your guy. Early mornings are my best time and it goes downhill from there. So, being at the surgery center at 4:36 am, before the medical staff arrived, was my idea of a good start to the day.
In retirement, the schedule (such as it is), can be quickly trashed and it can be all-hands on deck to help out in these kinds of situations. Yet another positive of being …
A Boomer In Transition (Dean)