Good evening, and thanks for dropping by. I wanted to quickly recap how I got to where I'm at. In July of 2024 I broke my fibula and my tibia. My orthopedic surgeon went in and found out that I had Charcot foot, (my bones were soft below my ankle) making it hard to fix the broken bones. That was surgery #1, prior to this I had never had anything but oral surgery. To try and a line the bones they put this apparatus with a rod going through my heel and two going down into my leg at the breaks. I also had two pins in my foot. I was in that about three weeks, definitely not fun.
On my next to last visit they had to pull out one of the pins that started sticking out the side of my foot. This is going to sound funny but praise the Lord for Charcot foot because I couldn't feel a thing even when they pulled it the rest of the way out. The next visit Doc. didn't look to happy or sound to encouraging she just scheduled a surgery for the next week. Surgery #2 all the stuff came off and out of my leg, but the surgery also came with some bad news. They had found infection in my leg and the plate and screws weren't going to work on my bones. My options, a bunch of little surgeries stretched out over a long period of time or one surgery, surgery #3 just two days after surgery #2 and an amputated right leg about 5" below the knee.
The leg healed up nicely and I was on my way to Mahaffeys to get measured for my prosthetic leg, and to get my shrinkers. The thing is I knew nothing about this whole process, but Cliff the owner and the one who took the measurements took time to explain what was going to be involved. He showed us how to put the shrinker on and how to take care of them. Then he gave us two shrinkers and a big PVC tube (to put the shrinker on my leg) and we were on our way.
Two practice legs, also used for measurements for my final leg later I was ready for my final leg. I went with a solar system pattern and the I added a little guy looking up through a telescope to it. I joke with folk that at the age of 64 I finally got a tattoo.
Now back to my title for this weeks blog, Little Victories. Every new accomplishment is a victory. It may seem small, but those little victories add up. Things like getting up into the workshop/shed for the first time. Getting up and down the ramp by myself with my walker. Walk up to the stage with the handrail and my cane to the pulpit after not being up there since July. Jump starting our van, and well you get the idea, small step/victories.
I got to tell you this isn't easy, some days my legs hurt. And I still can't drive, that's a whole nother story. And some days it a little harder to get my leg on than other days. And the sock thing is definitely a trial and error process. Also I have found that after I have sat for a bit that I have a hard time walking at first. So not a bed of roses, but life is good. I am reminded of that Scripture John 10:10 - I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.
I'll let this do for tonight, I pray that you have a great evening. - A Panhandle Pastor