The Next Step

I want to first and foremost thank every single person who has reached out to either of us within the past 24 hours. It has been a whirlwind of emotion, but we are nonetheless grateful for your friendship and kindness, and appreciate the time you took to reach out.

For everyone who has reached out today, I am sorry I have not gotten back to you- there has been a lot going on and honestly it has been a lot to comprehend, swallow, and embrace. I am going to preface the rest of this by sharing my Instagram post from last night.

  Thank you, sincerely, from the bottom of our hearts for everyone who reached out to us today. We are so lucky to have such an amazing group of people in our life who help lift us back up on the really, really bad days. It was like I had woken up in my worst nightmare and all I could do was sit there, helplessly in the stands and just watch. Watch as the announcer stated that it was my husband down on the field, "there is an injury on the play, longsnapper Patrick Scales is down on the field" are words I can't stop replaying in my head and the images keep replaying as I see him laying there squirming- trying to get up, doctors rushing by his side, and all he can do is lay there. There's been so many emotions since then, and while I contemplated for hours on whether or not to post this I finally came to the conclusion to do so, because this is a part of our life. A part of our journey. The next part in the story of our life. The next few days, and weeks, ahead will be some of the longest and most trying in our lives. There will be tests and trials, but we both know there is nothing we cannot overcome. When I finally made it down to Pat all I could tell him was, "it's going to be okay, this is just another bump in your road", and I meant it. This is a really bad day, but we have so much to be grateful for, and so much to believe in and look forward to. God has a plan and we are letting Him guide us through this time. If you've followed our journey from the start you know that Pat has a drive to play and love for this game like no other. He has the patience of a saint and the work ethic to prove to everyone who's going to doubt him that he can do this. He will be back, and I promise you he will come back stronger, and with more appreciation and love for the game than ever before.

Thank you, sincerely, from the bottom of our hearts for everyone who reached out to us today. We are so lucky to have such an amazing group of people in our life who help lift us back up on the really, really bad days.
It was like I had woken up in my worst nightmare and all I could do was sit there, helplessly in the stands and just watch. Watch as the announcer stated that it was my husband down on the field, "there is an injury on the play, longsnapper Patrick Scales is down on the field" are words I can't stop replaying in my head and the images keep replaying as I see him laying there squirming- trying to get up, doctors rushing by his side, and all he can do is lay there.
There's been so many emotions since then, and while I contemplated for hours on whether or not to post this I finally came to the conclusion to do so, because this is a part of our life. A part of our journey. The next part in the story of our life.
The next few days, and weeks, ahead will be some of the longest and most trying in our lives. There will be tests and trials, but we both know there is nothing we cannot overcome. When I finally made it down to Pat all I could tell him was, "it's going to be okay, this is just another bump in your road", and I meant it. This is a really bad day, but we have so much to be grateful for, and so much to believe in and look forward to. God has a plan and we are letting Him guide us through this time.
If you've followed our journey from the start you know that Pat has a drive to play and love for this game like no other. He has the patience of a saint and the work ethic to prove to everyone who's going to doubt him that he can do this. He will be back, and I promise you he will come back stronger, and with more appreciation and love for the game than ever before.

Yesterday we played Nashville for our third preseason game of the year. I flew in for it, and while I will have to live with the horrible memories forever of what occurred, I am forever grateful that I was there. In the beginning of the second quarter Pat went to block someone after a punt snap and got locked up, went to cut and as he planted his right foot he felt his knee pop and fell to the ground. It was one of my worst nightmares, and believe me when I tell you I would never wish that amount of fear or anxiety on anyone. I don't know if I'll ever get those images out of my head. Or be able to un-hear the announcer come on the loudspeaker with the confirmation of my worst fears. Pat was down on the field. And something was definitely wrong. Thank God, after a few minutes they were able to help him up and walk him to the sidelines, where they took him into the stadium for further tests.

The wait was almost worse than seeing him on the field. The wonder. The panic. The fear. The unknown. I could never put into words what I felt. His text confirmed something was wrong, and what the doctors were suspecting, but there was no MRI machine in the stadium so we were left with no positive diagnosis until today when we got back to our home facilities in Chicago.

I was supposed to fly to Chicago this morning but opted to rent a car and drive from Nashville last night so I could get to Pat as soon as possible. I got to him right before two am this morning and was so relieved just to be together. This morning we woke up, got an MRI, and awaited the results we were afraid of actually knowing. Truth is, we had a pretty good feeling his ACL was torn yesterday- but it's one thing to think something and a different thing to have it confirmed.

This morning we met with the team orthopedic who confirmed that Pat's right ACL is completely torn, along with a small tear in the meniscus.

It's just another bump in the road.

Surprisingly as much as we are overwhelmed and frustrated, we are at peace knowing that God is in charge and that He has a plan for us that is way better than we could have ever planned.

Our next steps are to let the swelling go down, have reconstructive surgery, and then start the long rehabilitation process. It will take us eight to nine months to get back to football shape, which God willing will mean Pat will be ready for next season's OTAs.

As I have in the past, I will keep you updated with the process and Pat's progress.

For the next few days Pat and I are going to be taking a step back to comprehend everything. Again, I am sorry if I have not gotten back to you, and don't get back to you for a few days, everything has been overwhelming and we are processing this all in our own time. Please know that we are grateful for all of the messages and we truly appreciate your kindness and the time you took to let us know you are thinking of us.

Lastly, I'll leave you with something Pat told his best friend, "I'm in good spirits because I know I will get through this. I've been through worse so I know I can overcome this. I'm just ready to get the process started and get on the road to recovery."

This guy never ceases to amaze me.

We are focusing on all of the positives and putting all of our faith in God. He is good all the time.

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Brandie Scales