3...2...1...Cast Off

So as some of you know, about 6 weeks ago my little Bree broke her Femur bone. Not the easiest bone to break but she did it. On July 22 she was put in a Spica Cast. For those who aren't familiar with the medical lingo, it means she is in a half-body cast. The cast goes from the toes on her right foot, up her leg, around her waist and back down to the knee on her left leg. Assuming you know it was her right leg that broke. We were camping at the time and she was running to see a bunny, damn bunny, and she tripped on a big root sticking out of the ground. Anyway, this Thursday we have an appointment to get the cast off. They will x-ray the leg again and if they feel it's healed enough and properly then the cast will be off...WAHOO!!!

If you ever want to watch someone who is already pretty bossy turn into the bad boss from hell, have a 2 year old break their leg and become immobile. When you ask Bree what she is going to do when she gets the cast off she mentions things like swimming, going on walks, general kid stuff except for running. Running in my little 2 year olds eyes right now is the worst thing anyone should ever think about doing. She says that you get hurt when you run, more specifically you break your leg.

She has done an exceptional job for being the spunky little 2 year old that she is to sit for the last almost 6 weeks and not be able to swim or play or anything really. She has had it with the cast and has let that show a couple of times. She breaks down and cries, though it is only for a minute it is the hardest thing in the world to watch. When she gets it out and realizes that there are only a few more days until it comes off she is happy again. Someone asked me if it went by fast and I think, no, it has been the worst 6 weeks of my life. Bree has really been an example to me in enduring to the end and having a lot of faith in the doctors and cast to help her heal. We have big plans this weekend and most of it includes swimming, swimming, and more swimming, oh and some walking.

If you were to ask me who my hero was right now, I'd say Bree McGee.