I’m staring down the bed looking at the place where my left leg used to be.
It’s been a couple of days since the harvesting was caused by lack circulation. The pain has diminished but not the surprise of seeing nothing there where one there was an appendage.
Of all the aspects of my recovery from the diabetic coma, this has been the most frustrating. I spent weeks and months for wounds to heal, only to discover that once the gangrene was excised there wasn’t enough of a foot left to balance and walk on anyway. The frustration has been compounded by delays in my eventual release from the nursing home. At this point a delay of almost six months seems almost impossible to bear.
But bear it I will, if for no other reason than for the sake of the Feline-American I’ve shared a home with. Fitz has been a wonderful companion animal and I don’t intend to allow this medical condition to separate us forever.
As for what else the future holds in store I cannot know. It seems to depend on how my rehab goes, and how well I adapt to life with a prosthetic limb. Whatever it will be it will involve serving God, for that’s the only way I can express my thanks for all He has done for me.