I’m sitting in the same chair I was last time, and everything still smells the same: sterile. I’m looking at my phone, and talking with my friend who accompanied me, and I noticed I felt a sense of ease; my right foot will be tackled in 7 days, and I can close this chapter in my life.
As much as I don’t want to undergo the pain with the recovery, I am ready to get this done. I have seen how far I have come with my left leg, and the pain will be worth it when I’m able to stand on my right foot without my toes being contracted. I often think about how I want to celebrate having my feet again when these surgeries are completed. For me, I want to feel the sand in between my toes.
Going through surgery is never easy, and I remember being terrified going through this not even a year ago. I had so many thoughts and emotions going through my head, but the biggest thought was “how am I going to cope if the surgeon couldn’t save my foot?” This time around, that concern that was clouding my brain has diminished. Am I scared, absolutely. Who wouldn’t be, as surgery can be nerve wracking. The primary difference between this surgery and my first surgery, is I feel confident. I have faith in both my surgeon and myself that things will go smoothly. I am going into this surgery knowing I will wake up with my toes.
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