Leg update

 It has now been nine weeks since my accident and eight weeks since my surgery. I went in yesterday to see how my progress is coming and was pleased to see that the bone is healing well! It's not done, but getting there! They said I can unlock my brace from the straight position and get off my crutches (as soon as I can figure out how to walk without them)! Best of all, my incision is finally healed completely and is no longer a concern! (Knees have low blood-flow anyway, but since there as been very little movement and lots of ice, it has been especially pokey.)  I celebrated all of this great news by taking a nice relaxing bath last night! It was divine!

Unfortunately, my ability to bend my knee isn't coming along as well as they would like because of a bunch of scar tissue build-up all over the knee and thigh area. Boo. If it doesn't start breaking down on it's own, I'll have to go in for another surgery to clean if up (and get more scar tissue). My doctor said that he would give my physical therapist the go-ahead to be more "aggressive" in my therapy to try to help the bending come along. I like my therapist as a person, but I am not going to lie, I am a bit nervous. How much more aggressive can she be?!!!

This picture was taken about a week or two ago, after my physical therapist used a plastic "tool" to break up the scar tissue above the knee. She warned me while she was doing it that it might bruise a little. That didn't surprise me really, since it felt like she was trying to carve up my femur bone.

Oh well. It is a little discouraging, but with the help of prayers, I have no doubt that it will all work out as it should. I just wish I could drive in the meantime! Here's to four more weeks of being a mooch. Sheesh.

On the plus side, the boys are tickled pink with the idea of teaching me to walk "like a normal person" again. They coach me as I try to walk back and forth using minimal crutch-action. Mason offered his great idea of tying one of his good legs with my bad one so that we could walk together. Then he started laughing and said, "But I might trip!" Although this was incredibly kind, I don't think my doctor will go for a three-legged race at this stage int he recovery. What would I do without my boys?! I think everyone working on something hard should be able to have little yell-leaders like mine.