On July 23, 2015, i found out that i had to have my leg amputated below the knee due to a diabetic infection. Three years of wearing a cast, several hospital visits (24 in 3 years), two long stays in adult rehabs (that truly challenged my depression) and several weeks at home basically staying in an eight foot area of the house ... today, October 29, 2015, i got my new leg.
Though it felt odd standing for the first time on both legs, it was those first few steps i took, without the aide of a walker or holding onto the railings, when i started to cry. i walked back and forth along the runway, getting use to my leg. Most of the time, not holding onto anything, but still feeling a little unbalanced.
When i got home, i walked up the driveway to the porch with ease. Before, basically hopping on one foot, aided by the walker, always feeling worried that i would slip on the bricks. i placed my walker on the top step of the porch, took a deep breath and walked up the four steps ... without any problems at all.
i feel weird standing again, i think i forgot how tall i am.
No longer needing a chair to slide around in the kitchen to fix my meals.
With some physical therapy ahead of me, i need to learn to walk again.
Every step is so emotional for me
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