Broken

My Sister Fleta had a bad fall yesterday after stepping in a hole in the yard. She fell breaking the fibular bone near the left ankle. She has a soft cast for now and will go to bone doctor Monday. She’ll  likely get a real cast.  It does not hurt she says, but she has medicine if it starts to. Sister Helen is taking good care of her!  What would we do without our Florence Nightingale—Helen! 

Luckily, she had her phone in her pocket and she called Sister Helen.  Helen drove her car to where she lay and with Fleta’s help got her in the car and to the emergency!  Helen is staying with her.  I will be worried until Monday when we know more.  She works a full time job, but will be off work for a while. She is the eldest of we three.  We aren’t just sisters we are friends too.  

Her son took her to Colorado a few weeks back to Grandson Lane’s wedding. The photo is son George and his two children.  George has his Mom’s dry wit.  When speaking to Helen he said, “she was probably drunk”.  You’d have to know Fleta like her family does to see the humor in his comment!  Praying she’ll be back doing her daily walks soon.  She picks up trash as she walks the dirt roads.  That chore is endless as by the next day more is tossed out windows of vehicles!