Such a life-altering event may be viewed as a tragedy by some. I wasn't too pleased when I found out the surgeons were going to take a hacksaw to my lower limb. Initially, there was hope they may be able to save my leg, but after a week and a couple initial surgeries; I was told there was nothing that could be done. I had but two choices. They couldn't do anything further. If the situation remained as it was, my life would come to an end within a few months. The gangrene would continue to spread and the infection would attack my internal organs literally eating me alive from the inside. The only alternative would be to take my leg. I might not be able to function as I once did and my life would go on, however, it would be much different than it used to be. With me being here today; it's quite obvious I chose the latter and gave the doctors permission to hack away.
Upon my release from the hospital while sitting home alone, the shock set in on what was I going to do. I'm alone...no help...no hope. My own little, personal, pity party started. I was not only the guest of honor; I was also the only one in attendance. Out of the blue, an invisble hand reached out to me...and smacked me right upside my head. Was I to become a hermit and just sit there only to waste away within weeks...or was I going to stand up like a man and fight back? I grabbed my crutches and the battle was on! There are those who have it much worse off than I do and they've managed to go on. I wasn't about to let them show me up. Not only that, but it would also give me something to write about, otherwise, my posts would consist of, "I woke up, sat around and watched television all day, ate and went back to bed." How tired would everyone have been reading that day after day until I was no longer around at all?
That first step was the hardest...and I failed. I retreated to my apartment in fear; scared to death that I wasn't going to be able to do this. After a couple of days, I looked into the mirror and said to myself, "You wuss!" Was I going to let life pass me by and miss out on all there's still left to experience? Truth be told, I had to go on because I was afraid I might miss a trick. I decided to just go for it and see what happened...and I was succesful on my next attempt. That inspired me to go further. I wanted to push myself to the limits to see what I could accomplish. I walked; I devised ways to get things done around my home; I went on. I've shared what I've been able to do and you've responded with congratulations. I've continued until I hit what seemed like a stone wall. I wanted things all too fast, but that's not the way it works. It's not easy and you don't make it to the end of the line until the struggle is over...and it's far from over for me.
Time to reassess the situation and discover what more can be done. There are a few things I simply can't do alone. Since there's no one here to lend me a hand; forget about those tasks and try to improve the ones at hand. My personal hygiene was taking me a good hour or more. Sure, I have nothing but time to kill, but I didn't want to spend that much of my day hanging out in a bathroom...sitting on the edge of the bathtub craning my neck to shave, sitting on the toilet to give myself a sponge bath, lowering my head into the sink to wash my hair. Standing in front of the mirror staring, I noticed my boney butt; not that it was boney, but that it was at just the prefect level with the vanity. I hoisted myself up onto the sink counter and there I sat. I was at the right height to shave effortlessly with the running water right in front of me. Maybe I could also wash up sitting there as well. Then my gaze drifted off to the tub. I sooooooo wanted a shower; something I hadn't been able to do in almost three months.
With only one leg and as slippery as bathtubs get when they're wet; I didn't want to fall and crack my head open. I have an old fashioned claw footed tub with a shower and I wanted to feel that water cascading down over my body. I decided to go for it. I sat on the edge, swung my leg over the side and even though you don't notice any muscular definition in my arms; I was strong enough to place both hands on either side of the tub and lower myself down into it. Between sitting and 'standing' on one knee; that water felt so good flowing down upon me...and I took a shower! Mission accomplished and now, I had a new way to clean up.I know I've had a hard time accepting what's happened to me, but I've gotten over it. This is the way things are and I just have to accept it. With others; it hasn't been as easy. Two acquaintances from back home came up to see how I was doing when I got back home from the hospital. Even though I'm still the same person I was before my amputation, they had a hard time handling the fact that I look different on the outside. Everyone comes around in their own time and it's a struggle for them as I haven't seen them again since their initial visit. I feel bad they're having a difficult time dealing with it. Maybe I'll see them again; maybe I won't. I survived before they came into my life. I'll survive if they're no longer there. What bothered me the most was the fact that my best friend hadn't been over to see me in a month since he stopped by when I first arrived back home. We still spoke daily by telephone or through computer messengers. Seeing how he lives only half a dozen blocks away and knowing I was on my own; I figured he'd be around all the time. That wasn't the case. One day while we were talking, he mentioned how lonely he was with his partner just into his first day of being away for over a week. I told Scott now he knows what I feel like being all by myself day after day with no one coming around.
That struck a cord with him and he asked if I wanted to go 'do coffee' down the street from where I live. I jumped at the offer and he walked down to accompany me from my house as we strolled to the cafe. From there, we dropped by a couple of the neighborhood stores to do a little shopping. He was simply amazed at how well I was getting around and how much I had accomplished...on my own. Upon parting, I told him not to be a stranger. I was expecting to see him again soon.
The next night, after he had gone tanning, he dropped by my house and brought me a couple slices of pizza, as he knew I wasn't able to get groceries other than a few items at the convenience store across the street from where I live and was tired of eating the same things I had in the house all the time. He assured me our friendship hadn't suffered and he accepts me just the way I am. As a matter of fact, he noticed the different attitude I had. I had a more positive outlook...and he liked that. I seemed more vibrant and full of life. Sometimes, it take a rude awakening to snap a person out of their rut.From that first time I succesfully made it out of my apartment building and went for a walk; I've been making it a point to go out every day; sometime two, even three times a day. Today marks 40 days in a row I've gone out for a stroll...and the exercise has made my remaining leg even stronger, too. It's added stamina and allowed me to push on and go further; go faster. On that very first trip out, I walked across the street to the store to pick up a load of bread. The round trip took me half an hour to complete from the time I left my apartment to the time I stepped back inside. I'd walk a little and sit down to rest before I could continue on...walk a little more and take another break. After 30 days, it now takes me only 15 minutes to complete that trip. I've cut my travel time in half in just one month. I'm able to make my way down the stairs from the third floor, cross the street, do my shopping and return home to go back up those flights of stairs...without taking a single break.
Those stairs...those damn stairs...they're a killer. I was able to get down them using my crutches, but going back up was what frightened me. With my balance being off due to my missing leg; I used the 'butt method' to go back up. I'd sit down and raise myself, step by step, sitting on my butt. It didn't dawn on me how ridiculous I looked until someone saw my technique one day. Did I want to end up with callused cheeks? I wanted my butt to be hard, but not by means like that. I decided to go for it and attempted to actually 'walk' up the stairs. I put my foot on one step and lifted my crutches up to meet it...foot on the next step; lift my crutches to meet it. One at a time, I cleared the first landing...16 steps in all. Around the corner I went to the next flight and began to tackle that. All the while I climbed, I kept telling myself to lean forward; I could do it counting the steps off as I ascended. Nearing the top, I felt myself begin to wobble and had to let go of one crutch to grab the railing and steady myself...but I didn't fall. All I could see was me tumbling backwards and landing at the bottom breaking my damn fool neck. I did it, though. I made it to the top...and that's where I lost my balance lurching forward and slamming into the wall, but I didn't fall. I stood there laughing out loud as the girl whose outside wall I had fallen into came out to see if I was alright after she heard the noise of me hitting...and the swearing that came out of my mouth when I hit. I'm okay...I just stumbled a little. Now, I walk down AND back up those stairs. No more butt bouncing for me.In the time I've been out of commission, my hair had gotten quite long, as I hadn't had it cut in over 6 months since I first arrived in my new city. No offense meant, but I was starting to look like a lesbian with a mullet...not a good thing for a gay man. I made an appointment with the salon I go to on the next block and off I went to get shorn like a sheep. When my beautician saw me; she inquired about what had happened. To make a long story short and save a long, down-out explanation to those I'm not close to; I fib and just tell them I was in a car accident. It's easier that way. Interspersed into our conversation while she clipped, I used some of my 'missing leg jokes' I've already shared here. I had her and the other employees and customers in stitches with some of my stupidity. I had them all rolling on the floor about to pee their pants when I came up with a new one.
If I were to get a pedicure there; would I be able to get it at half price since I only have one foot?
Beauty salon humor. They thought that was an absolute hoot. Another major accomplishment came when I was looking through the sale flier of the grocery store I go to. Being unable to push a cart, as the wheels make it too risky for it getting away from me while on crutches and leaving me flat on my face on the floor...and because I can only carry a few items and not an entire trip's worth of groceries...I haven't been able to stock up on food since returning home. I could no longer resist at least attempting to pick up a few things not available at the little store across the street from me. Strawberries were on sale - one pound for $1.50. No way was I passing my favorite fruit by...even if I was only able to pick up a few berries. I had to have them.
I decided to hop on the bus with a stop right out in front of my building and head to the supermarket. I was dropped off around the corner from the store's main entrance and headed straight to the produce aisle. I picked up two pounds and figured I'd look around to see what else I could carry...things I had run out of and needed to restock: sugar-free gelatin, sugar-free powdered soft drink mixes, spicy brown mustard and some corned beef for a few sandwiches. It was a little heavy with the added weight on one side carrying the bag throwing my balance off a bit. I can't use a backpack as that pulls me backwards with the weight. I had to feel things out and learn my limitations when shopping. After going through the check out line; I left to catch the bus back home. I may end up having to run back and forth to the store several times a week, but the one good thing about losing a leg is that I get to ride for half fare now. I get the round trip for one dollar and it's 'door-to-door' service with stops at my building and the market.It's a difficult thing to overcome what I'm going through, but I'm beginning to realize I can do it. Maybe not everything, but many things. What seemed like the end of the world has actually marked the beginning of a new life for me...an 'adventure' I never dreamed I would be on. It's also made me stronger; physically, mentally and emotionally. I'll continue to take those of you who want to accompany me on my trip down that road to when I get a new leg sometime in the not so distant future. If I can do it; anyone who is facing obstacles can do it, too. If something is in your way, I say run it down and keep right on going. Life is too short and precious to let anything stop you from accomplishing your goals...no matter what they are!


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Told you so!
Maybe people will visit more often now that you can take a shower! You know I just sit here and smile at all you are doing...the bus will offer all sorts of freedom. Any word on the new leg?
I bet those stairs were a bit scary; third floor.... quite a workout no doubt!
Well, take care and thanks.
If you wore the backpack on the front of you, would it have the same destabilizing effect?
I am sorry you are still so alone with all this, but glad Scott and you finally talked a bit and he visited with you. I only wish I lived those few blocks away. I'm the type to come over to offer help on a daily basis. But you know there's something to be said for the experience you are having and the way you are negotiating it. Not that I want you to be alone all the time, but the way you are having to figure so many things out on your own is making you stronger and wiser. One day during a karate lesson, my Sensei said to me, "You have to look at things from all angles. You will discover many new possibilties that you hadn't seen before." You are doing exactly that. A problem comes up, you meditate on it, a solution comes to you and you implement it. You inspire me, Rob, and I'm sure I'm not the only one inspired and uplifted by your story.
Lots of love. :)
This is Norma, of [donaldandnorma.gather] Donald is a big help, but cant be here 24/7 he has a big responsibility with the four acres to mow and keep up. He isnt well either.
my favorite saying is
Either lead, follow of get the hell out of the way
sounds like your a leading
Good luck, I am pulling for you.
Glad for the update...and that you're doing so well... pays to be a stubborn not so old coot :)
Glad to hear Scott is coming around. Each person adjusts in their own time.
Bless your spirit and attitude!
Hugs!
I'm not in the least bit prejudiced but must say I'm glad you visited the salon, because a lesbian with a mullet is not pretty........in the least!
God Bless, hon.
When I first stood back up into 'nosebleed country" I soon found out I had to REdevelop muscles that had atrophied during my 27 years being "bum-bound". I learned wall-walking, with a stout cane and a wall. Like you, stairs were a real challenge, and trusting two pieces of wood or metal and a handrail presented still another challenge. Once I beat that, I was off.
Now, I'm actually running again! But that's a whole 'nother story for a different time...
In my community there are a few organizations that help out with medical equipment. You might check around, ask the fraternal organizations, if there's something you need that you can't afford.
I am a big fan of baby steps.
And when things are really tough, two steps forward and one step back is STILL progress.
I am so proud of you for being brave enough to walk the stairs up.
I am not sure I could have found the courage!
love,
Hello Glitter
I'm so glad you're writing here on gather and keeping us all up to date on the goings on in your life and experiences.