This is Rick and me in front of his car in 1965 – we dated throughout high school and planned to go to Iowa State together in the fall of 1966.
Don’t you just love the matching madras shorts? Haha!
When we attended high school, the senior class went on what was called “skip day”. Our class went to Minneapolis where we toured several industrial plants, went to Cinnerama and ate at a buffet. We stayed overnight at a motel with a pool and none of us slept much that night. The next day the tours were continued and we arrived back home late that night. Rick brought me home in the car shown here and since Mom knew we were both sleepy, she suggested that Rick spend the night on our couch. He said he’d be OK and took off for home.
Sadly he did fall asleep at the wheel and went in the ditch hitting the gravel road intersection. His right foot was crushed and his right leg had a compound fracture. Our local hospital did the best they could in 1966. Rick came home after we graduated with a cast from his toes to his hip and that changed our college plans.
I went on to Iowa State and he recuperated. At our 25th class reunion we talked for a brief moment – that was 1991. In 1996 we were both divorced from previous marriages and we got married in 1997. The first thing we did was have that troublesome ankle looked at and had surgery to fuse it.
Fast forward to about 10 years ago when he had knee replacement in the left knee and then the right knee a little later. The doctors told him that since his right leg was then straight, his right foot would have to be re-broken, straightened to match the knee and fused again. He has not been able to walk much for several years. That brings us to next Tuesday, March 20, 2018 when he will be having ankle surgery at Mayo.
He will have a NON -WEIGHT BEARING cast for 3 months and then a walking cast after that for another month. That takes us to August. Holy Smokes! We have discussed the care center for a couple weeks so he can have therapy and become confident with his knee scooter. All the spring yard work, the garden, the mowing, the spraying, the housework, the animal work will be on my shoulders. Many have offered to help and I’ll take them up on it when the time comes.
I have been stressed about this since last December and now I just want to get on with it. I feel somewhat responsible for his accident since he brought me home first way back in May 1966. I can think of a good life lesson here — listen to Mom!
The blog is likely to change along with my lifestyle but I’ll try to keep you updated when I can. Say a little prayer for both of us.