Friday to Monday is our senior teen camp, held at our youth leader's home. Our activites Friday went great! The gorgeous scenery of the Carrick-a-Rede Rope Bridge, folowed by great food and then bowling. Saturday we went to Belfast (Dundonald) to go putt-putt golfing and iceskating. Great fun, and as we were just finishing iceskating, Mark and I --hand-in-hand decided to take one more lap around the rink. The ice was quite choppy as it had been some time since they had cleaned the ice. Mark hit a hole in the ice, and valiantly tried to keep me from getting hurt as we fell. I managed to get up with only a few bruises-- to see my husband still on the ice. I knew when the entire rink stopped and Mark did not get up that something was really wrong. We had a lovely free ride in the ambulance (I hate socialism, but love social health care this weekend) to the hospital where we discovered that Mark's ankle is broken. He proceeds to get back from the hospital, and then preach his sermon he was scheduled for at the teen camp. In great pain, we made it to church (morphine from yesterday having long worn off). Sunday night he preached sitting down by the communion table with his foot propped up. For any of you that know my family, you may be counting how many falls the Wolf family has had in the last few months. First Rachelle falls on a sky slope-- to be followed by knee surgury. My mom almost dies falling down our basement steps, shattering her wrist and having surgery that included a metal plate etc... Then Garen falls from a 10 foot ladder at work, breaking his leg in several places.
And now Mark.
Warning: Avoid being around my family. We all will appreciate your prayers for recovery.