Last Sunday, April 19, my uncle was on a quad ATV in Mexico and it flipped over on top of him, breaking his spine at the C7 and T1 vertebrae. While his spinal cord is intact, it was compressed. So, my writing days have been on a temporary hold as we deal with this.
My uncle has never been married, so his only family is my sister, my mom (his sister) and me. Thankfully, my work was gracious enough to allow me to take vacation time to accompany my mom to San Diego to check on him. I'm currently typing this from the Bannister House, which is affordable housing on the hospital campus. Much better and easier than a hotel!
I won't get in to much detail, but my uncle will have a long road of recovery to work toward walking again. For now, I am happy he is alive, talking, coherent, and hopeful for the future. It's hard feeling helpless to help him. I just hope he knows how loved he is and how we are all rooting for his quick recovery. Please, say a little prayer for him.
In a few days, we fly back home to Oregon. As great as the facilities are here, we just can't be away from our own families that long. And hospital food is only appetizing for so long. On the bright side, the sun is shining and it's a pleasant 68 degrees while I sit on the patio and type. Sun glare is making it a bit difficult to read what I'm writing, so I hope this isn't too full of errors.
As soon as I'm back home, I'll get back to work writing on my book. I've tried writing here, and on the plane, but my mind hasn't been on it, even though I would love nothing more than to escape into a good story. Perhaps I'll read a book instead of write one for now.