Poor Adam, his summer has went from bad to worse. He went to the doctor yesterday to get the pins taken out of his big toe. We were so excited to get it done, anticipating him getting to enjoy the rest of his summer.
The pins were taken out but that's the extent of it. His wounds haven't completely healed and his leg has locked up because he's kept it in either a propped up or outright position for over a month. He's unable to bear weight or walk on his left foot and will now require physical therapy two times a week. In addition, he has to keep the walking boot on and continue to use crutches.
The kid is frustrated and I can't blame him. His joint birthday party with his step-sister is scheduled for this Saturday at the campground and he can't even go swimming with all the guests. He hasn't been to the campground since his surgery and this will be his first weekend back there, only to have to sit and watch everyone else around him have a good time.
I know there's a lot worse thing he could be going through and I'm glad he's not, but my heart breaks for my boy. He's been doing so good, trying to suck it all up and wait for the day to get all better. Now his heart is downtrodden and my heart is broken for him.
I'm so sorry, Adam. I'd take it all away if I could. Keep your head strong, my fighter.