My papa, the strong active man I always see, is in the recovery room of a hospital. He just got out of surgery.
He had a fall at home and ended up with a fractured hip that has been put together with a few screws. The doctor says his prognosis looks good and recovery should be quick and alright. He will be walking with a walker and then a cane for a couple of months before he can walk normally on his own.
It throws a lot of questions and emotions right on my face again and there will be no end to it.
Anyways, I hope he heals really soon and is back on his feet again.
A splash of my life... 