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Well my friends, I will be carefully packing away my current knitting projects for the foreseeable future. Which is unfortunate in many ways, but mostly because it is my anxiety reducer. And right at this moment my anxiety level is mighty high.

Sunday was Peter's fourth birthday. He asked us to take him to the skating rink. So I bought him a pair of cute roller skates that fit over his shoes, along with lots of other little trinkets. Sophie has been here with us and it has been a joy to have all my kids together under one roof. So we all loaded up into the van and went to the skating rink. The big girls and I took turns shuffling around the rink with Peter. Anna and Jack are quite good skaters and Therese almost matches them in ability. So, when Peter took a break, Therese asked me to skate alongside her. We were having such fun, coasting around the rink. Then, I lost my balance and went down. Hard. I heard the bone break. I looked at my arm. It did not look like my arm because it was in such a funny shape. At the ER it was determined that even after reducing the fracture, it would require surgery. So, that is what I will be doing tomorrow. I am filled with anxiety and I cannot knit! Prayers are most appreciated.
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  1. Jennie C.August 17, 2016 at 8:04 AM

    Oh, no, Jenny! Praying for an uneventful surgery, speedy healing, and lots of cheerful help around the house.

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  2. BarbaraAugust 17, 2016 at 8:54 AM

    Oh, Jenny, I am so, so sorry. I will be praying for a successful surgery and that once it is over, your anxiety eases. I definitely know that feeling.

    And now we have something else in common. When I was a senior in high school, I broke my right wrist and sprained the other wrist roller skating! I hope the girls can help you around the house. The worst part for me was showering, etc., but I only had to take care of me.

    I'll be offering up MY anxiety for you tomorrow and you can just rest and stay calm.

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    1. JennyAugust 17, 2016 at 9:21 AM

      Olivia and I have had a few awkward moments involving getting me dressed and showered that I bet will not be forgotten anytime soon!

      I do feel like we are spiritual sisters in lots of ways. I pray that God sees fit to provide us a chance to meet in real life.

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    2. BarbaraAugust 17, 2016 at 9:42 AM

      Let's keep up that prayer...it can't be impossible.

      And, yes, I was 17 yo and my mother was bathing me. I definitely relate.

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  3. LPB0904August 17, 2016 at 1:06 PM

    Oh, Jenny, so very sorry about your accident. I am praying the surgery goes well and you will recover easily. In the meantime, try to read some of the books you have put off - sips rely you have dome waiting for you! Blessings!

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  4. UnknownAugust 17, 2016 at 9:08 PM

    Prayers or a swift and total healing. May you find peace during the enforced immobility!

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  5. CathieJAugust 18, 2016 at 8:56 PM

    Oh my goodness, I hope your arm heals quickly and you can return to knitting soon. Prayers for your speedy recovery.

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