Most of the friends that I have talked with about my Osteomyelitis have been very supportive, but they still don’t fully ‘get it.’ So far, I’ve had two surgeries in the past two months (both emergencies) to stop the spread of the infection in my bones. The first surgery led to the amputation of my pinky toe on my left foot and the second surgery led to an additional inch of bone and flesh being chopped off. If I don’t get my disease under control, the next surgery could be my leg, below the knee.
I have spent half of 2017 in the hospital on three separate occasions. The other half of 2017, when I wasn’t in a hospital, I was under home health care and in and out of the wound care clinic several times a week because of my open wound the size of a kosher dill pickle. Oh yeah, I also have a PICC line inserted in my left arm. I have had my #PICCparty every night for the past three weeks, with at least eight more weeks to go. The doctors (my team of eight) aren’t entirely sure if my most recent surgery will be my last. They aren’t exactly sure what kind of bacteria is in my foot. Honestly, I have a whole lot to be scared about, but, here’s the truth— I’m doing great, and my friends just don’t ‘get it’.