For years, as part of my profession, I was asked to council with patients who were facing an amputation or a life of constant disability. In many cases I would encourage them to look at modern prosthetics as a positive alternative for their rehabilitation situation. Now I was forced to take my own medicine. I could park my butt in a wheelchair, increase the number of Martinis during the day and hang up all of my sporting equipment or do something else.
So there I was. It was April of 2012. I was not the person I had been a year before. I listened to several surgeons who I respect. I talked to my family and loved ones who's lives would also be affected and finally made the decision to become a below-knee (trams tibial) amputee. After all these years of taking care of amputees I was now joining their ranks. How ironic.
The pathos and technicalities surrounding this year of decision is something that I am working to describe in a booklet for others in similar situations. I will not go into that now as that is not the purpose of this blog, but unfortunately it is something that thousands face everyday.
It has now been over a year since my first prosthesis was fitted. Since I had to go through this experience I decided from the onset to be one of the most difficult patients possible. This has delighted my sons and the other staff of our clinics. More on that later. As the year progressed I have pushed to try to return to my old lifestyle. It has required some adaptation and a good sense of humor. It has also required that you have loved ones who will support you when you are demanding and have lost that good sense of humor. I love and appreciate you more than you know.
So....the purpose of this blog? It will be to carry you along with me as I attempt to regain my former lifestyle, in hopes that this will encourage others trapped in physically limiting situations.