Yesterday was Day One after surgery and filled with lots of firsts. Best of all we were able to go home.
His first words yesterday morning were, “Can I put my own clothes on?” He had going home on his mind from dawn.
Physical therapy worked with Lance a few times yesterday. Mostly, they wanted to get him up, and build a little strength. He has mastered crutches before but there are situations you have to think through – like up and down stairs. He can not put any weight on the left leg or it could collapse the bone wedge…not to mention everything is extremely painful.
The leg is wrapped and kept straight right now. So getting up and down takes assistance to support that. Blood rushing to and from the leg as it is moved increases the pain sensation. Once up, he seems to be comfortable but gets weak quickly.
Here is the actual model of the frame that he has on the lower leg. We get to take bandages off Sunday to see the real thing. I find it extremely fascinating.
One moment of reality during our stay at the hospital, a team of dancers came through to perform in the room/hall. So 3 teen/young adults turned up some Indie Rock and danced for Lance. It was very cool and certainly made you feel good just watching them. WOW! Lance said it was really cool but he was jealous they were able to move, bend, kick. A reminder how hard it is for an active boy not to be able to. Last night in true Trojan Athlete style he says, “Pain lasts a little while, pride lasts forever.” He knows the goal.
We appreciate all the prayers, we really do. I was praying with my sister yesterday and as spirit speaks to spirit she spoke what I know to be true. Lance has a story in the making. Life about to emerge. One of the most important things she prayed was that others would start to see and respect Lances story as God unfolds and becomes real to him. Sweet prayers.