My dad, a few weeks ago, fell while trying to load his "cakes" out of his truck and injured his leg. He tried to regroup a bit and when he tried to get up and walk again, he fell a second time. Many people stopped to ask if he needed help and one person let my dad use her phone to call his boss and my mom. She also called 911, so the ambulance and firetruck came too. My mom got the phone call around 2:30 am. She got up and got dressed and headed out to get my dad. They went to a couple of places to get him checked out and later that night, they headed home with a knee brace and crutches and instructions to come back later to get an MRI, cause all they did that day was x-rays. My mom played nurse making sure his leg was elevated and iced, that he had food and water, and that if he needed anything he could reach it.
It was tons of fun to watch as they really had to rely on my dad communicating exactly what he wanted and my mom following. You would think that after so many years of being together it would be easy, but not so much. It was hard for me not to laugh as I watched it. My mom was an amazing nurse. I know I wouldn't have been as good.
A week after my dad was hurt his leg, they headed over to Spokane for my mom to give her kidney to my Godfather. My dad walked in the hospital in his crutches and the nurses asked, "What happened? Are you okay? What do you need?"
My dad said, "It's not me. It's my wife. She's donating her kidney today."
While my mom was in the hospital, my dad was at her side. Feeding her ice chips, answering phone calls, and entertaining guests. He was at her side all of the time, making sure she wasn't over doing herself. And now that she is home, he is still taking care of her.
Both are doing well and are very thankful for each other and I'm thankful they have each other too.
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