
Well, this is it. This is what I’ve been dreading since I was first told that I almost lost my legs back in the ICU in 2008. And now that it’s here…I’m ok with it. In the time between then and now, my feet and lower legs have been ravaged by pressure wounds that I acquired during physical rehab. The wounds on my heals were the most stubborn, lasting until just twelve hours ago, in fact. The left heel wound was closed up during surgery a week ago, but the doctors determined that, after putting in a herculean effort, we just would not be able to save the right foot and have it perform in any useful way in the future. So, if it would not help, the decision was made to remove it and, at around 11:00 this morning, that is exactly what happened. Am I sad to have lost this part of me? No, not much. Sure, it was a part of me…and not a small part, to be sure. It was; however, in my way. I will walk again, and I’ll be doing it soon.




1 year ago
