I saw the trauma doctor that my ankle doc referred me to earlier this week. He recommended a CT scan of my femur/leg/ankle to see if the rotation of my rod is what’s causing the issues. He doesn’t think it is.
Immediately following that appointment I went to a different Florida Orthopedic Institute location to have the CT scan done. Two days later I met with the doctor to discuss the findings.
My rod isn’t rotated enough to be causing the pain and difficulty with walking. I have an extreme amount of valgus in my ankle, as well as some in my femur, that is causing the pain and difficulty walking. Nine to ten degrees of valgus is normal after an ankle fusion, but I have 30+ degrees . . .
He asked if I will try therapy, since it’s been over seven months since my operation and I haven’t had any. He said he understands that I’m “over” this, and want to move on with my life (I was hoping to get a surgery date when I saw him on Monday), but he would like me to try therapy for some strengthening. He followed that statement with saying, “I think you are going to need another surgery, but I think it’s best to give your body a break and at least try to build up some muscle beforehand.” *Sigh*
I didn’t cry until after I left. I’m considering getting an attorney due to the malpractice of my VA doctor that got me into this mess. The three doctors at FOI that I have seen have all been in shock when they learned that I had a total ankle implant at the age of 27. They call me a salvage case.
The desires of my heart are to serve God to the best of my abilities and someday have children of my own, but until the surgeries cease and the healing comes, I’m afraid that isn’t an option (the latter). But only God knows the end of the story. I find myself yearning more and more for that glorified body I will receive in heaven. In the meantime, I simply have to adjust my sails and try my best to enjoy the ride.
Heal me, O LORD, and I will be healed; save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise. —Jeremiah 17:14