He has to have major surgery day after tomorrow: hamstring repair.
He tore it off his pelvic bone.
Crutches, brace, PT, no driving for 2-3 months, 1 year rehab before he can do any type of athletic activity.
They told me yesterday that Lortab isn’t going to cut it.
Blood thinners, pain meds, antibiotics, anti-inflammatories.
They also said, “Plan on being in the hospital ALL day.”
That’s when I got off the phone and cried.
Watching the physical pain is bad.
Watching the emotional pain: unbearable.
Everything he has dreamed of for his future in on the line right now – and honestly, one foot over the line. He may never play football or wrestle again.
So much for D-1.
He was contacted by a college football recruiter the other day. First question after name and position: “Any athletic injuries?”
He is trying to hard to remain hopeful and undefeated. He is determined that this will not stop him from fulfilling his ambitions and dreams.
He is also very aware that no matter how determined he is, it might not do him any good. He just may never play again.
He did something stupid and reckless the other night. When I called him out on it, he fell apart, “Mom, my life is ruined.”
You and I know that it’s not, but when you are the star of the football team and the most physical kid in town, it feels that way.
My heart broke for this sweeter-than-sugar young man.
I’m trying to just hold space for all of his pain – to be able to hear him and help him remember that he is loved and will, no matter what he thinks, be okay.
“We will get through this. It’s going to be hard, and, we will do it. Together.”
I’m calling in the forces: friends, teammates, coaches, grandparents, cousins.
He’s the toughest kid I’ve ever met – plays football with multiple broken ribs.
And he is the most sensitive kid I know.
Watching this huge, muscle-bound, tough-guy cry is simply and horribly sad.
So, as I prepare and he prepares, I find myself praying – something I am not prone to doing.
But we are going to need all the help we can get to make this boy continue to smile that glorious, infectious smile of his.