I want to apologize for my lacking of blogging lately. Thankfully I had several recipes and book beginnings posts already scheduled or this would have been one quiet speck on the internet. Cue crickets chirping here. My life was turned upside down on October 22nd when my father was involved in a very serious car accident.
He had to be flown to a Level 1 trauma hospital two hours away and was there for five weeks. His lungs were so damaged that he had to be on a ventilator for three weeks. He had a skull fracture, nine broken ribs, broken sternum, five cracked vertebrae, broken left femur, broken left ulna, and a broken right wrist. The doctors kept him sedated for four weeks to let all of the injuries heal as much as possible. I have never experienced anything like this in my life. I had dealt with my mom’s illness and death, but I had never watched someone heal from trauma and injuries like this. It is a very slow process.
I also know that none of us could have gotten through this without God and Jesus on our side. I lost track of the number of times that I went to Him begging for help and healing and He came through every single time. I am so glad that my family and I are Christians and have that healing power to call on in times of need. If you don’t know Christ and have God in your heart, seek Him now! He can bring such peace and comfort to you in times of stress and heartache.
Since I am an only child and my mom is deceased, I am the next of kin. In those five weeks, I came home three days and spent one night in my own bed. Please don’t pity me…I did it because I wanted to, but I am so glad that we are closer to home. Dad is now in a rehab facility about an hour away from us and he will be there for several more weeks.
Because of this, there has been absolutely NO cooking going on here. My nanny cooked us a small Thanksgiving dinner and it was the first home-cooking we had since the accident. It was so good! I so missed being able to cook for the holiday and I probably won’t be doing too much for Christmas either.
C & I are back at work and going to see Dad every evening that we can. Thankfully, Dad’s girlfriend, E, lives in the same town as the rehab center so she can go by every day. That sure takes a load off of me. Hopefully, he will be home in a couple of months and be completely independent. They just have to wait for all of the broken bones to heal before they can do the intense physical therapy he will need.
So please bear with me and come back often. I promise to get back on the bandwagon as soon as I am able. I so miss the cooking,photography. and writing.