The day after tomorrow it will be 3 months ago that my left leg exploded. I wrote about it in my 3 previous posts. 2.5 weeks later, after having left the hospital, I was told that setting year’s end as a goal for the wounds to heal would be very unrealistic, I’d better add a couple of months to it, so March/April.
As you might have guessed with such an introduction, all wounds are now closed. Yesterday the biggest one, at the ankle, closed. It was not year’s end, but I stayed close. According to my wound nurse it is close to a miracle and I seem to have set a kind of a record…
Well, it was time for some luck to happen. But it has come with a price. I have never been so tired in my life, maybe with exception for the time, 30 years ago, when I had a more than severe hepatitis A (bilirubin 2,500+) which put me in bed for 13 weeks and on a diet for 9 months…. I must admit, that this was worse, far worse, than the fatigue from the chemo.
But it is far from done. The skin of my left leg is one big allergy, caused by the wound coverings, although they were the most delicate on the market. And it will take probably up to half a year before reaching the point where you can say that you can hardly see where the wounds were, if ever that moment will be reached. At the moment, I do have a number of craters in my leg (a golf court for elves) as well as a whole series of dark spots from upset blood vessels.
And the question is what the neuropathy will be doing. During the last 2 months the combination with the wound healing has been pure hell, especially as the neuropathy went back to where it was over a year ago. This means that I probably will have to wrestle my way back to where I had gotten just before my leg burst. But then life is all about challenges, isn’t it?
For now I would like you to rejoice with me as I got closure.
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