Just when I was thinking that things were going really well and that this summer was going to be a time when we really got things done in the yard and around the house, it all changed in an instant.
Last Sunday, my husband, Mark, was mowing the back of our property. He was going up a small hill when the lawn tractor popped out of gear and started flying backwards. As he tried to stop it, the 800-pound tractor rolled – and he rolled with it twice. He’s alive. Miraculously, he has no broken bones, but he has some severe internal injuries. After three hours in the operating room and days in the hospital, he’s home now recuperating. In about six weeks, he will probably have another surgery.
We are so lucky that he survived and that he didn’t break his pelvis or neck and that he is a healthy guy who is healing relatively quickly. My daughter and our friends have been incredible, and the trauma team at the Emergency Room and the surgeon were so skilled and fast. In times like that, it really makes an immeasurable difference when medical attention moves as fast as humanly possible. Several times a day, Mark and I repeat to each other how lucky we are.
Both of us have been blessed by good health and no injuries for many decades. Last summer at about this time, I broke my arm and had surgery for my dislocated elbow, and Mark had Lyme Disease that affected his heart. We were barely outdoors at all for months. I've been really looking forward to this beautiful weather, but how we will enjoy it is going to be different from what we planned. So I guess that this year too will be a time of quiet and healing.