real talk.

december 2007.

I was sitting at lunch in between my first semester of college classes.

my mom called & told me she was following the ambulance to the er, 

my dad had broken his ankle.

when I say he broke his ankle, I mean...

8+ surgeries, muscle graft, skin graft, a halo, infection, weeks in the hospital, etc.

it was a very long road to "recovery", and by recovery,

 it of course has never been quite the same.

my dad is a beast though,

still does karate, rides his bike for miles and miles and hasn't let it stop him.

but,

he is continuously needing surgeries for bone spurs & muscle issues.

so tomorrow (next week) he is getting an

ankle replacement surgery.

-and to say I am nervous would be an understatement-

I don't know why, I think it just takes me back to a place I don't want to go.

and it is hard seeing your dad not 100%.

but,

like many things in life.

sometimes you have to go through a lot of pain and lots of hard work to get where you want to be.

and so say a prayer.

bc this will be another road to recovery for him, but hopefully and new chapter in all of this.

and for that, I am very thankful!

***as it turns out, my dad's "new" ankle did not come in just yet,

surgery postponed for a few more days***

appreciate all the prayers.