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Why anyone wants to put their story down in print is such an interesting process, but I have decided to do so. I have some interesting stories I will be sharing with you.

My recent story starts on March 14, 2018. It was so cold outside as it had snowed the previous night. I had accepted an assignment to teach that day at a local intermediate school and was about ready to leave but had to take Bella for her morning walk. We had exited out the mud room all bundled up for warmth. I had on my trusty MUCK boots which are the best thing since well I’m not sure but they keep my feet warm and dry. We had walked down the side road about half a mile or so and Bella had taken care of business. We were headed back into the house when I stepped on an icy surface. You know how you automatically adjust your posture to keep from falling well as I did that my femur snapped.

I was horrified as I not only felt it snapped but I saw my thigh swell up right in front of my eyes. I thought my pants were going to burst open just as Bruce Banner does when he transforms into the hulk.

I immediately fell to the ground and was so glad to have on my big white winter coat. I had purchased this coat when we moved to the country just for walking Bella. It is warm, water and snow repellent and did I say so very warm. As I lay there listening to the Wall Street Journal on my phone, I began to panic that I didn’t have my phone with me. Then chuckled when I realized I was actually listening to my phone.

My first phone call was to 911. That was an interesting phone call as the woman could not understand me. Now I admit I still have my southern accent but geez after the second time of giving her my address, I asked what the problem was. She then asked me how old I was. After automatically telling her my age I then developed an attitude asking what and why that was important. It’s hard to explain to someone that you know your leg is broken as most just don’t believe you. Well, I saw it break and saw it swell right if front of me, sure it’s not your hip. That’s when you want to reach through the phone and as my mother would say, and snatch them bald.

My next question to the 911 operator was when will they arrive. Her response caught me off guard. Well I’m not sure and it’s hard for me to say. My response was, you do realize I’m laying outside on the ground in the snow. She seemed uninterested so I told her I was going to contact my husband. We disconnected and I attempted to contact Rob. He never carries his phone with him so I left him a message. By now, it’s close to 8:00 so I sent a text to the secretary at the school that I had fallen and broken my leg and they would need to get a Substitute for their Substitute.

I then contacted my neighbors, Kim Doughman and Wade Lewis. Wade is an State Highway Patrol Officer and I felt sure if the ambulance didn’t show up soon he would be able to help with that situation. He was great at keeping me calm as my inner voice was yelling all kinds of crap at me. Kim helped with Bella and secured her in the house. I really did not want to go to the hospital in my MUCK boots. Really. They are made for tramping through the woods and that is exactly what I do when I wear them. They are big, bulky and dirty. Just the way I like them. No one would remove them so on to the hospital in the boots I went.

Since I couldn’t reach Rob, Kim contacted her husband, Seth and he began the task of reaching Rob. My husband hates his cell phone and keeps it in his tool box which does us all a lot of good in times of emergencies. So when Rob just happened to walk by his tool box and heard the beeps he finally checked his phone to see 6 missed calls from Seth which alerted him that something was wrong.

I consider myself a very stoic person and one that handles pain moderately well. This pain was off the chart. If fact when someone would walk into the ER room and ask what leg was involved, I would indicate my right leg and advise, if you touch it I will kill you. When they took me for X-rays moving me to the X-ray tables caused me to scream like a crazy woman. The tech advised that I needed to breathe through the pain and I remember looking at her in complete horror. After the X-ray they called three more techs in to move me back onto the bed. It works much easier with six techs moving you versus three.

They felt sure it was broken before the X-ray but they learned that a spot at the break indicated a tumor. Not what you want to hear when you have a history of breast cancer. My bone doctor indicated the bone was egg shell thin and all indications were this was a cancerous tumor.

When I explained that my leg broke before I fell it was dismissed as me just not remembering what actually happened. It was only when I talked to my bone doctor that he agreed with my remembrance of the incident. He said my bone was so paper thin that bumping it against a table would have caused a break. He advised that he was going to operate and place a rod down my femur using a screw to attach to my hip and a screw right above the knee. My concern was the bone crumbling and causing additional problems. He felt sure this would not happen so I trusted his judgement. He had scheduled surgery for later in the day which was a relief for me.

There are so many things that go through your mind when you realize your cancer has come back and is in your bone. My thoughts went to Rob who has made me laugh so much over the past 20 years and my sweet grandkids. I feel such a responsibility in being there for them. In being there for Rob and now that possibility is in question.

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