Nothing like
getting up at 5:30 in the morning in order to catch a glimpse of your daughter
before she’s goes in for surgery on her shoulder. Yup, that’s just how I wanted to start the
week.
Clare had known
about the torn labrum in her right shoulder for a couple of years. As luck would have it, she works for
Northwestern, which connected her to the hospital, and they do nice work, as
the saying goes. And all indications so
far is that the surgery was a success.
The tear
happened sometime during softball.
Already by sophomore year high school, Clare had terrible pain in her
right shoulder. My guess is a
combination of hard throws (she started her softball career with an extended
tryout at shortstop) and swings. We
never told any of the coaches school or travel how much Clare hurt because we
didn’t want to put the idea in their head that she was somehow “damaged” and at
best a dh. So, my daughter played
quietly with the pain.
To see her there in
pre-surgery was to see the youngster again with that same worried look on her
face, but it had nothing to do with start-of-the-season jitters. Thoughts of scalpels and anesthesia were a
more likely culprit. Thankfully, the
tear is gone now, and in six months the hitter can hit again. She’ll also be able to pick up a baby without
any problem, should that time for parenting ever come.
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