Cabernet and Carboplatin

I had x-rays last week and then a video conference with my New York surgeon on Friday. He says four more weeks non weight-bearing, and then, if x-rays look good, on to the walker, for probably another four weeks. Atleast with the walker I will have more freedom. I will be able to drive and be more independent. Right now I feel trapped. Today was a particularly bad day. I was home all day. The desire to go out is coupled with the desire to not go out while I use a wheelchair. Taking a ride in the car doesn't cut it for me. And I truly hate going places in the wheelchair. The last couple of days I was as low as I can remember being. I had those thoughts that if I had died when the bus hit me Jerry would have moved on with his life, maybe even met someone new by now. He has to do pretty much everything around the house-- laundry, taking care of the cats, a lot of meal prep. He is going away next week, and I really want him to. He will be doing flight instruction in Texas, and h...

except for the one in my femur. After I fell a couple weeks ago I got in touch with my primary care physician's office and went in for x-rays. Nothing terrible showed up so we prepared to go to Tbilisi with my wheelchair, figuring after a couple of days I wouldn't need it. Fortunately our Tbilisi apartment had a lift and doorways wide enough for my wheelchair, so I knew I would be okay until I could use my prosthesis again. But as each day went by my leg got no better, so we made the tough decision to go home early, leaving the same day as our traveling companions. Traveling on a commercial flight using a wheelchair was a nightmare, but that's a story for another time. The day after we got back I saw my rehab doctor, Dr. Gonzalez, and she ordered another set of x-rays, and this time the news was not so good. The images showed a non-displaced hairline fracture at the top of my femur. When I spoke to Dr. Gonzalez, she told me she had spoken to one of the orthopedic sur...

My physical therapist warned me: the more I walk the more I'm going to fall so I'd better get used to it. But this last one was a doozy. We had come home from a lovely Rosh Hashanah dinner at my cousins' and went upstairs. I remembered I had left my phone downstairs and wanted to see my daily step count, so I headed back down to get it. I sat down on the couch to look at it, got up, and after perhaps one step my prosthetic foot decided not to move, and down I went. It was a similar fall to the one I took in Mexico City, only more so. The pain and anguish had me howling. Since I still had my phone I called Jerry to help me up. Only I couldn't get up. Just like in Mexico City. Jerry went to the garage and once again, got my wheelchair. He removed my prosthesis and helped me into the chair. He got me upstairs and helped me undress and get into bed. I downed a megadose of Ibuprofen and attempted to get comfortable. Ha! I suppose comfort is relative. I did get som...