06/10/2026
My cast came off today! What an emotional moment. It’s in these vulnerable moments I find I miss my mom the most. I want to call her and hear her laugh at my silly anxiety of having my cast removed. She would probably make a joke to lighten my mood (she was a nurse) and then add some words of comfort. Then she would say let’s go get some Dairy Queen to celebrate! Then I look down and there’s her handwriting tattooed on the very wrist I just had reconstruction surgery on. A fluke? Just a crazy coincidence? Maybe. I like to think this is a little wink from her. So I straighten up and think I got this.
Now on to healing this wrist and forearm. I have physical therapy for the next few months twice a week and a new splint.