Poor Grandpa!

We got back from Montana at 2:30 AM Tuesday morning and we were so worn out. The last few days we spent in Montana were very stressful. On Sunday, Luke, Matt & Grandpa were outside working on the corral and getting it all ready to bring the cows in. Grandpa was going to ship his calves on Monday. Well, Matt was leading Rachel (Penny's weanling filly) into the barn and she pulled back really quick and knocked Grandpa down and stepped right on his left leg. It was not hard to tell it was broke as his boot wasn't facing the same way as he was. It was a really bad break in a leg that has been broke 4 previous times, had the ankle fused and the knee replaced.

He had surgery that night and they put a plate & screws in to hold it together but didn't feel like it was a very secure fix. Grandpa was in so much pain and just felt awful. It was so hard to see him that way, he is always so strong and tough. I didn't want to even consider leaving on Monday (when our flight was scheduled), but Luke convinced me we had to and that really there was nothing we could do there.

Everything took a turn for the better yesterday. Grandpa had another surgery and everything is going good. The doctors think it's going to heal okay and that he should be able to go home tomorrow. He is feeling so much better and has hope again. I don't usually think of a broken leg as life threatening, but when you get up in age, any trip to the hospital is bad news.

Please keep Grandpa in your thoughts and prayers. I don't know what we would do without him!