Cabernet and Carboplatin

This whole experience, from the start, has been traumatic. So today, I saw a trauma surgeon. I honestly thought fixing the very small femur fracture would be no big deal. I was wrong. Because it is so close to my osseointegration implant, it's going to be tricky. And with it, is the possibility of another fracture. But really, at this point, if I ever want to walk again, I am moving forward with the surgery. I get a CT scan on Monday, and my surgery is scheduled for December 13. Friday the 13th. Maybe, considering all the bad luck I've had, it will be fortuitous day. Today I begin the prep for Thanksgiving. I had had visions of me bustling around the kitchen on my own two feet, but instead, I will have to rely on Jerry to get things for me and to help me. Neither of us is happy about that. No question he has compassion fatigue. And I have lack of independence angst. What I'd really like to do is get back in bed and watch reruns of the Great British Baking Show. But ...

Yesterday was seven weeks since I fell and broke my femoral neck, which was the day my New York surgeon said I could start wearing my prosthesis and start ambulating. But, the x-ray I had on Tuesday said the fracture was not totally healed, so I wanted to hear from him until I did anything. I messaged him and a couple of Hopkins doctors. The first person I heard back from was his PA, who told me he thought the x-rays looked good but before I did anything else, I should wait until I hear back from my surgeon, who is currently out of the country and so I would not hear from him until the evening. And just like that, I heard from him around 8 pm. He wrote that I could start wearing my prosthesis but only walk minimally, using my walker. I could hardly imagine better news, and I went to sleep happy. Until I put on my prosthesis. It hurt. My hip, where the broken bone was, did not hurt, but my outer thigh, near where my knee would be if I had one, hurt. It felt like muscle pain, and I...

If you follow this blog you know the last week has been kinda shitty. I got bad news as to how many more weeks I have in the wheelchair and Jerry went out of town. The hardest part or this ordeal is loneliness. Day after day in the house by myself is depressing. So, in my own way, I put it out there. And people responded. Steve brought lunch. Zoey came over to help me work on her business. Jan visited. Margaret called. Kathleen did a zoom call. Grace came over. And this evening Mary and Rich invited me over to dinner with some of their friends. And they went all out. They borrowed risers to help them get me up their steps. They put railings on the toilet in the bathroom. They even asked me what I ate. One of their friends has a daughter-in-law with ovarian cancer. it doesn't sound too good. Buy when I was diagnosed it didn't sound good either. So I tried to impart to her not to give up hope. I hope she does better than predicted, but the best advice I could give is to liv...