Almost three weeks ago, our 14 year old son was injured during a football game. There was no reason for us to believe anything was broken. The trainers advised propping his leg up, icing him, and staying off of it for a few days. They said he should probably recover just fine from what they believed to be a strained ACL.
We tried that.
When he didn’t get better, we put a brace on him to prevent the knee from sliding out of place on either side and gave him some crutches. The doctor said that should probably do the trick, and to give him a week or so and try to walk on it after that.
We tried that, too.
By the third week, Nolan was still hobbling around and in a lot of pain and we decided we’d had enough. X-rays show what the orthopedic surgeon believes to be a tibial spine fracture. He injected Nolan with lidocaine and tried to set the knee last night, but after more x-rays, he decided surgery would be necessary to place a pin in his knee. Surgery was scheduled for today at 2:00, but was postponed until Tuesday due to scheduling issues with the surgeon.
We’re still waiting on results from the MRI this morning. They did say that there is a very small chance that the MRI could show that Nolan does NOT need surgery, but at this time, we’re not getting our hopes up.
I can’t be frustrated with the process. Nolan has been well taken care of. I couldn’t ask for a better hospital or team of health care professionals. And I know God is in control. Down to the day and time of surgery. IF Nolan does need to have it after all.
Nolan’s been a trooper, too.
Of course, I’ve prayed for miraculous healing, but even if God doesn’t provide that, I trust Him.
I’m so thankful that God knows, even when I don’t.