The surgery went well. The plastic surgeon and general surgeon (Dr. Darchiev, my new bff) were able to remove the dead tissue and close the majority of the gap by stitching the two healthy walls of my heel together. They did however have to leave a hole which I will get to see on Friday. They are hoping scar tissue from the healthy walls on either side will fill in the hole…I am hoping so too! They also said there was no exposed bone and enough of the deep heel pad tissue to let worries about the bone rest.
They punished me for walking around on this sucker for the last three
and half weeks by putting me in a cast. I was a little bummed to wake
up to that but since my previous fear was that I would wake up to an
amputated foot, it was a manageable disappointment. However, I am
bummed that the angle of the cast is super uncomfortable. They bent my
foot inward and I am getting more pain from the top of my foot than from
my chewed up heel.
The weight loss program continues as i had surgery at 8:30 AM, left the
hospital at 6:30PM and was still nauseous. Puked as soon as I stood up
with my new speed crutches and then again in the car on the way home. I
weigh less than I did in high school - weird. I was
reflecting on how unfair this whole "bad reaction to general
anesthesia" is too because when Katie had her wrist surgery, she ate
breakfast at 8 went into surgery at 1 came out at 4 and I saw her eat a
hamburger and ice-cream at 6pm. I stopped eating at 7pm the night
before and wasn't able to hold anything down until 7pm the night of…not
Also, on the note of crutches…I will be taking applications for a Mary
Poppins for my kids. The doctor dropped two bombshells on me: 1. I am
not to leave south Africa for four weeks. (This will be a point of
negotiation on Friday at my appointment.) 2. crutches and no weight on
my left foot for 6 weeks to a month (also to be discussed further on
Friday). So, this will severely be limiting my ability to do…everything,
but most importantly, take care of my kids.
I don't want to seem ungrateful and I know there have been many miracles
along this mess. But sometimes, it just feels like right when we are
about to step into the light at the end of the tunnel, the darkness
grows out just a little bit further. I am not sure how I will fly to
Lusaka with Cali strapped to my back and Thomas' leash attached to the
end of my crutches. Should make for another good story.