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One hip lady
If you spend much time listening to a police scanner, you're eventually going to hear a name or address you know. There's a sincere hope that it won't happen, but it will.
It happened to my parents the night my grandpa died. Dad was a volunteer firefighter, so he and Mom heard the call even before calls to the family started.
On a lighter note, it also struck a couple of years later when I was pulled over for the very first time by a local deputy. When I got home, I didn't have the chance to work my way into the story with my parents. Instead, they were waiting at the kitchen table to ask me just what in the hell I had done.
Fun times.
It also finally happened to me late Thursday morning. Spoiler alert: This tale ends in neither a death (thankfully) nor a speeding ticket (which would have been preferable).
I apparently missed the initial call, but I heard the dispatcher calling Bellmore first responders, so I began taking notes on the address.
You see, if an out-of-county agency is being called, something big is going on. I assumed it was a structure fire.
I jotted down the address and then heard it was for a female who had fallen. We don't generally cover medical runs, so I was about to throw away the note, when my brain actually processed the address.
"Oh, God," I thought.
I ran over to the map on the wall to confirm it, but I was right, it was the address of my wife's grandma, Thursa Evens.
So I called Nicole, and we both drove to Grandma's house, arriving not too long after the ambulance. The medics were reasonably confident it was a broken hip -- a prognosis later confirmed at Hendricks Regional in Danville.
The rest of Thursday was kind of a blur after that -- visits from doctors, nurses, PAs and X-ray techs as well as family members and various residents of Bainbridge and northern Putnam County.
The woman has only spent pretty much all of her 88 years involved in the Bainbridge community.
The surgery, which actually repaired two breaks, went well. Rehab has already started, and will continue as Grandma moves on to Mill Pond here in Greencastle.
It won't be an easy next couple of months. How can it be for someone who's 88 with a broken hip and osteoporosis?
But I do know a couple of things.
One is that this woman is a fighter who won't let much of anything get her down.
Another is that not only her family, but the good people of Bainbridge, won't let Thursa face her fight alone. She's meant too much to too many people for too long to find herself alone in an hour of trouble.
That has to be comforting to know.
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