Mom was the glue that held us all together. We tried to move away, but she drew us home. She made sure we came home because she had no qualms about using guilt, sibling rivalry, what ever it took to get her kids home. She loved to visit with us, share our successes and beat us in cribbage, if it was a good day.
Dave, Mom and Reen
Holly update: Surgery went well today. It was running late but the nice thing is to keep that in perspective, he's a perfectionist and he really works hard at making sure you understand everything that was done. The bottom line is that the surgery went well, the old plate was broken in two and so it really needed to be replaced so that the break could be stabilized again, which he did. It's a different part this time, a bit more robust now that he knows the patient is a pretty good Wii boxer. He also added in some material that would enhance bone growth. I cannot for the life of me, remember the twenty dollar word he used, but it's supposed to be very effective. Lucky for us, Dr. Doud was our anaesthesiologist, a friend from our old church, great guy and really sensitive to Holly's issues with anesthesia. Thank Doc! Hats off to the whole team at Butterworth, as usual, a painful trip filled with wonderful, caring people.
Here's the hardware removed and the pen used to mark the incision point.
Have a great day!