It was a typical Friday morning.  My daughter had already left for high school.  Despite waking up at 5:00 a.m., I was scrambling to get out of the house to a meeting.  My wife was frantically getting ready for her weekly women's bible study.  She stepped out the back door, slipped on some ice on the step, and broke her right leg (in three places, as it turned out).

It was especially scary for us, as she already is partially disabled in that leg, as a result of a staph infection that ate away her hip joint as an infant, followed by a cup arthroplasty and several additional surgeries as a young girl.  Until Friday, she could walk with the aid of a cane and swim laps as exercise.  (Although her orthopedic surgeon advised her not to have kids, we rolled the dice and ended up with two fantastic kids and no further complications with her hip/leg.) 

The ambulance whisked her to the emergency room, as I followed in my car.  She had surgery on Saturday to insert a metal rod in her tibia, and we're hopeful that she again will be back to her old self in 6-8 weeks.

We have been blown away by the care she has received at Christ Hospital (and her husband is especially grateful for the free wi-fi). For those so inclined, we would be grateful for prayers for a speedy and successful recovery.