Today, the cast came off. The second one, actually. The pink one they put on after the purple one that went on after the splint. Yes. Today, exactly 2 months after the day the arm was broken, the cast came off.
It was a long wait. It was just a fiberglass covering to protect a healing place, but it was hard on us. She was limited in what she could do for herself (though she found a hundred ways to adjust and live the life she wanted – opening marker lids with her toes is my favorite example). I was limited by what she could do. How she could play. What she could wear. How to put a shirt on. How to take a bath.
In so many ways, this cast defined us for two months. And yet. Today, the x-ray showed a beautiful amount of healing. The doctor was very impressed with the size of the ‘callous,’ the bulge on the bone where it is healing itself. It’s protecting itself, as if it knows Megan’s tendency to push harder, pull longer, and dive head first into mud puddles. A month ago, we could see the slivers of new bone. It was heal-ing. Today, we saw new bone (a new, thick cortex, he called it), nearly healed.
It was balm to the soul for this worn-down momma. We are free!
