I woke up this morning (well, actually, I never fully went to sleep…so that should say I got up off the couch) feeling nauseous and dizzy. I had an appointment at the Vascular Institute, so I knew that I needed to get ready for that. I assessed the situation, wondering if my feelings were from pain or from real sickness. I chalked it up to anxiety, since things have been pretty stressful lately. My dad asked if we should cancel my appointment, but I knew that I needed to go. I hopped in the car, plastic bag in hand and stars in my eyes.
I didn’t expect to see my doctor today. I was told that it was simply a dressing change with my nurse, but she informed me that Dr. A wanted to see me. He asked how things were going, noting that my foot had not improved since Friday. He said that he had talked to 4 of his colleagues, and they all said that amputation is the best option. “We all have daughters of our own,” he said, “and we all agree that if you were our kid, we would have you get an amputation.” I asked him a string of questions, trying not to cry. He was patient and kind, giving me straightforward answers. For a moment, I felt a tinge of hope. Maybe he’s right…maybe things will get better if I just go for it. Even if my pain is only lessened a bit, it will be better than nothing.
Dr. A said that he would do the surgery within the next few weeks so that I could recover over Christmas and hopefully still return to school in January. I sort of had an idea that it might happen sooner rather than later, but when we’re talking about losing a limb in a matter of weeks…well, that’s a bit frightening. No wonder my stomach has been churning. He said that I’d have to be ready emotionally before we could go through with it. It is a huge deal, after all. But he said that if we let it go any further, even the smallest infection could compromise my life or cause me to lose even more of my leg. It’s kind of like being stuck between a rock and a hard place: do I have my leg chopped off and risk pain/complications, or do I wait for an infection to pop up and risk even more?
I’ve kept quiet about this whole situation, not telling many people. Well, except for my friends in the blogosphere who hopefully don’t know me in real life. I’ve told my parents, I talked to my friend/mentor, and I let my younger brother know that amputation is a possibility. I think my mom has told some people (against my wishes), but for the most part, I’m trying not to make it a big deal. I don’t even know if my sister knows–I told her that my doctors were thinking about it (before this appointment), and all she said was, “yeah, but they’ve told you things like that since you were 12. I don’t think it’ll happen.” I don’t want to make a huge announcement about it while there’s still a chance it won’t happen. I don’t want questions, comments, and alternative treatment ideas from my friends and family. I think the other part is that if I make it a big deal, it will begin to feel too real. Yep, denial is sometimes easier than facing reality. I want to be at peace with my decision before informing my loved ones.
There is nothing that can truly prepare a person for the loss of a limb. I’ve looked at Facebook groups and support websites for amputees, and that has helped a bit. I think I’m approaching this whole situation from a bit of a distance because it’s not a definite thing yet, but at the same time, I want to be ready if it should happen. It does help to see stories of people who have gone through this decision process and came out stronger. I just hope I make the right choice.
As of now, no surgery plans are in place. I have to have a meeting with my parents and doctor soon, which I’m sure will be uncomfortable. I’m writing down all my questions so I can be well-informed as I make my pro/con list. I’m thankful that Dr. A answered many of them today (did you know that it only takes an hour to have your leg chopped off??? Yeah…) but I know that more will be coming. This is absolutely the hardest and most permanent decision I have ever had to make.
I’m trying to relax my mind and get rid of the bad butterflies in my stomach. Keeping a positive outlook has been helpful–I’ve been thinking a lot about the things I’ll be able to do if I go through with the surgery and all goes well. I’m remaining cautiously optimistic, knowing that there is great potential for wonderful things but still reminding myself of the risks.
At some point I’ll just have to drop my fears and do what I feel is right. It’s just the process of getting there that’s difficult…
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