just lovely.

While cleaning this morning, my mother fell and broke her ankle. I'm sure her scream could be heard all the way in Icasia, it was ear-piercing! So, I fetched my dad from work and Uncle Zack helped us bring her to the camp's doctor. After waiting for three hours since the doctor was away from his office as they were trying to determine why a certain section of the camp is sick, my mom was finally cared for. The ICRC doctor was from the US, and was able to diagnose the exact bone situation. He said that it was a clean break, which is easy to put a cast on ankle/feet region and it should heal pretty fast. My mom has the amazing ability to recover quickly to begin with (a gene that I surely didn't receive!) so if all goes as planned, within 6 weeks she'll be back to normal. The doctor requested that unless there's a big problem, only to come to see him when the 6 weeks is over as they keep very busy all day.

Luckily Zoe and I are old enough to cook, clean, and take of miscellaneous house chores, so she can relax. Unfortunately, I believe this will only add to her slow growing depression of feeling alone. I'll keep you informed about her progress.