Monday, September 22, 2014

The Saga of The Foot

Good intentions don't count when you don't actually follow through.  Things around here just have a way of sweeping you away and distracting you.  Some of those things are important, and some of those things are just easier to do than to blog.  Now that the year is mostly over, I'd better give an update as to what's been going on in our neck of the woods, because there has been a good amount.

The Saga of Hubby's Foot: The short version.  He received a puncture wound while using a walk-behind brush mower, while wearing Crocs.  He walked through our natural pond (filled with bacteria because it's an animal watering hole).  And it got infected.  He went to the doctor after much prodding on my part, then left town for 10 days.  It didn't get better.  He went to our Family Care Doctor, he freaked out, sent us to the wound clinic, two weeks of that and no improvement, he had surgery to open up the wound.  I won't gross you out with pictures (because I took plenty).  But I could put my entire thumb in it,with room to spare.  Hubby did REALLY well with staying off it, and letting it heal.  He was released from the wound clinic in time for me to have my tonsils out.  Then it began to swell, and we didn't know why.  He worked up a blister because of the swelling, so we went back to the wound clinic and our primary care doc.  They didn't know what to think of it, and a couple months later, an MRI was scheduled.  We got a call from our Primary Care Doctor and he told us it was either Charcot Foot, or Osteomyelitis (bone infection), and to go to the Hospital to be admitted and for IV anti-biotic treatment (in case of Osteomyelitis).  They were thinking it was the later of the options and were talking for 3 days about amputating his foot, leaving only the heal.  I was devastated, but Hubby kept strong.  Thankfully the Orthopedic Surgeon came in and wanted an x-ray and with that found that it was Charcot Foot (pronounced sharco), which is a degenerative bone disorder caused by trauma and neuropathy.  It's a 1/600 chance of getting it.  He ended up breaking 4 of his 5 metatarsals, 2 of which were crushed.  He was put in a ortho boot with strict orders not to walk on it.  He got a cool knee scooter, and did really well staying off it.  He was in the boot until mid-March and then got custom inserts and boots.  He will always have it, and it will be deformed from the bones healing and growing more bone mass, but at least he still has his foot.  I know that my Heavenly Father is watching over us and heard my prayers.  I am grateful for the medical treatment we received and for a Doctor who wanted more information before taking drastic measures.