JANUARY 1ST TO TODAY
A lot has happened since November. I took another trip to Burlington to meet with the surgeon. After a very real conversation of the future of my foot and ankle, it came down to a few options. I could continue this horrible relationship with my foot, let them go in and put a bunch of metal in my foot, really never allowing the foot to move again. Probably still have pain, and honestly who knows if it would work.
The route of having a bunch more surgeries to try and save a foot that leaves me in constant pain is not the way I want to go. The other option we discussed was the possibility of amputation, with the idea that I could have limited to possibly no pain, and be able to do things in the future that I really thought would never happen again.
As I sit here typing this I keep thinking about being able to run around with my son, play sports with him, take him hiking, show him what the Adirondacks truly hold for those of us here...I can't help but to tear up.
Now I know a lot of people think I am crazy. How could I ever choose to have my own foot cut off? Here's the deal, half of my life I have felt like a cripple. I constantly had to say no because I physically couldn't do it. I look down and I see a mistake. A mistake for 18 years that I have been waiting for the Dr. and hospital to apologize for. I have always felt like I never had control when it came to things involving my leg. Today I take back control. Today I move forward.
The past few weeks have been crazy, the outpouring of love and support from my families ,friends, and random strangers has been amazing. I won't get into all you have done for both myself and my family, but I can not thank you all enough.
I promise to all of you that I will wake up and fight everyday, i will grow stronger strides, I will not let this leg control another day of my life, I will dedicate every step, every "first," every moment of this process to you.