It’s been four years since my sweet husband broke his leg.  Friday February 12th was four years to the day.  Derek and I had been dating only about three months when it happened.  He was playing in a church basketball league and during one of their games a player from the other team landed on his leg just right and the thing broke in two. OUCH!

I was at the game, but was in the restroom when the actual “event” occurred.  I’m so glad I didn’t see it.  I would have freaked.  Derek, on the other hand, didn’t shed a single tear.  He just grinned and bared it.  I have no idea  how he was so strong.

He was rushed to the ER and put in surgery the next morning.  The doctor decided instead of putting him in a cast they would put a titanium rod in his leg.  Not to get too gory with the details, but basically Derek now has a titanium rod IN his bone with screws holding it in place.

As luck would have it I had just quit my job at the worst place EVER, and was currently job hunting with nothing to do during the day.  I took care of Derek for the two weeks he was out of work and stuck on the couch, and also in the afternoons once he went back to work.  His parents lived near by so they were a great help and came over to visit often.

I honestly attribute the strength of our relationship to his broken leg.  If it weren’t for the two weeks we spent in SUPER DUPER close quarters I don’t know if we would have been able to learn so much about one another, so quick.  I learned how gracious and thoughtful of a man he was by the way he treated when I was his caretaker, and he learned that he could depend on me even when things were at their worst.

Cohen missed Derek so much he made him a card asking “Daddy, are you ready to come home yet?”

Many new couples may not have made it though this pressure cooker of a situation.  I think it’s real easy for one of the two people or both to become resentful in a situation like this, and resent in a relationship can sour things real quick.

I am so glad that Derek and I had this opportunity to learn so much about each other.  I hate, hate, hate that he broke his leg, but I am really thankful for the relationship that blossomed from the tragic event.

I love you, Derek.

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