Damn Blade of Grass!

In October, at the San Diego Brain Tumor Annual Walk, I fell as I was headed to the volunteer tent, you know to help volunteer, and an enormous blade of grass tripped me. I feel on my bad side, thinking that if I going down it may as well be the side that is already jacked up.

So I feel on my right arm. It sucked! Thankfully one of our friends Fabrizo saw me fall and came to my aid and helped me get up. As he helped me to my feet- I cried a ton, he did too. As his wife, too has a Brain tumor. (She passed away just before the holidays) he could see in my face that I was hurt but maybe mostly my ego. So we hugged and cried a little bit more. And it was ok.

Until Paul took me to the hospital right after the walk. “Yup, looks like you have a little fracture on the outside of your hand,” the ER doc said. “Let’s put that thing in a cast and get you going.” So for 8 weeks- I limped, took showers with a bag on my right arm, and smacked Paul a few times when we slept. Maybe a few of those times might have been on purpose too.