Well, yesterday was my first checkup since my leg surgery, 15 days ago. I swear it seems like it was weeks ago. I've been doing great since the surgery. I even figured out how to walk up and down the stairs. YES! Prior to that I had been butt scooting up and down the stairs for the past two months. At the doctor's office, I was pleasantly surprised to see they were removing the staples in my leg. Then came about 15 X-rays. Afterwards, the ortho surgeon showed me his handiwork, which included a metal rod, some nails and screws, and something that looked like a paperclip. Going to the airport is going to be loads of fun. Of course I'm under the impression that 6 weeks from now (or sooner) I will be back on my feet and better than ever. Not so fast. He was explaining to me that my leg has to heal completely and things have to fuse together and until that happens, I can't put any pressure on the left leg. Of course my next question is, "how long will that take?" I was expecting to hear 6 weeks. I was not prepared for his answer which was, 3 months. THREE MONTHS! That puts us out to September. Goodbye 2014. He then explained that if anything breaks inside my leg before it heals, he will have to go back in. That's all he needed to say. I had a new attitude. Further conversations revealed that my right arm will more than likely need the same type surgery right after the leg heals. He would like to do it sooner, but the thought of being totally reliant on someone else for my care, is just not going to work. I agreed to stay off the leg and treat the arm with kid gloves.
I was all prepared to come tell my blogging family that I would be shutting down the blog until September, or for good. I was going to figure out how to rest and relax. Something I have never been very good at. Well after just one night of resting and relaxing and staying off my feet, I realize that ISH is just not going to work. I must figure out a different way. I think I will die of boredom by the time September hits. So I will figure out how to stay off my leg, and still do some of the things I love, and this includes working with my dolls.
I am starting to accept my new reality which may include lots of metal body parts. It's kind of cool they can actually do that. Just in case you are wondering..... the cancer is what eats away at the bone. I will leave you with a little bit of good news. My oncologist told my ortho surgeon that I have unlimited life potential. Isn't that awesome?! I attribute a lot of that to my awesome oncology family. I have already outlived the average life expectancy of this cancer, and they are expecting me to live a lot longer. So what's a few rebuilt body parts as long as I am here enjoying life to the fullest.