As it turned out, that was one of my better days. I'm going to spare you some of the details because honestly, four years later, I can't revisit that time without wanting to cry. Let me interject that Gus and Meara's wedding was planned for June 7th. When the year began it was my intention to spend the months before that event getting ready to be mother of the groom. So here are the highlights. Within the first week, with help from a friend who could get Dan in and out of a truck more suitable to his size, Dan went to the orthopedic doctor who determined that the leg was crooked in the cast, then to the hospital for pre-op, then back to the hospital for surgery to put a titanium rod in the leg, one blissfully quiet night for me when he stayed in the hospital, and then home late in the afternoon on February 8th which happened to be our anniversary. Once home we waited to have some medical equipment delivered - a walker and a commode - what woman doesn't want a commode for her wedding anniversary. Backing out of the driveway the truck got hopelessly stuck in the soggy lawn - it took 3 hours before getting another bigger truck to pull it out. From then on the downstairs of my house was transformed into a hospital zone. Dan could not really maneuver on his own so I couldn't leave him for a full day of work. My boss at the time was extremely sympathetic and let me work mornings in the office and afternoons at home. So I got up at 4 each day, took care of the dogs, took care of Dan, went to work, got home, took care of the dogs, took care of Dan, and then went to work at the computer which at the time was a desk-top in the living room where Dan was - so while he watched every living creature get slaughtered on his hunting shows, I wrote documentation. In late February Gus and Meara came from Portland to do some wedding planning. They stayed with us - fortunately the upstairs of the house was a patient-free zone but it was hardly the relaxed, fun visit I had hoped for. In March I called the restaurant in Saratoga that I had booked the previous October for the rehearsal dinner. The woman I had dealt with in October informed me that there was another event planned for the same time - a monumental screw-up on her part that meant somehow in the next 2 months I needed to find a new location for 40 people. Ultimately my Dad saved the day by offering his house for the dinner and miraculously I found a wonderful caterer with that date free. By April things were settling into a doable routine. On April 17th Dan came home jubilant because the doctor gave him the go ahead to use a cane rather than the walker. I said, okay, that means from now on it is all about me and the wedding. The next day I received a call from someone at the local VFW. She told me that Dan had fallen and the ambulance was taking him to the hospital. I screamed into phone, loudly, angrily, that this was a really cruel joke and I almost hung up when the EMT told me that indeed it was not a joke. Then he told me where to meet them in the hospital. So I guess I don't really need to tell you that Dan broke his left leg on April 18, 2008. The only good news - and believe me I am really searching for something - there was no question of cast vs. surgery (a matching titanium rod) this time, and even better it meant that Dan would be in the hospital for at least 2 blessed nights in a row. There's not much I can add to the story of the left leg - it was pretty much a repeat of the right leg, except it was harder for him to use the walker when he had to hop on the barely healed leg.
So finally it was time for Gus and Meara's wedding. They came to NY the week before. That first week of June was cold and wet which caused concern for a potential disaster. We had planned to use peonies for the wedding. Dan's family has grown peonies for generations - his cousin lives in their grandfather's house and still maintains the original field of plants. The first week of June is the earliest for blossoming, and cold, wet weather is not kind to peonies. Late Friday morning the weather turned - sun and heat allowed the peonies to bud - once cut they were immediately put in water - Dan drove (yes, he could drive with just his 'good' right leg) to my Dad's house for the rehearsal dinner with the back of his truck filled with beautiful peonies.