I'm probably being silly, but I figured I'd shared most of my journey with you guys. So I wanted to give you the latest.
Yesterday, after 4 and a half years of waiting I finally got to find out my long term prognosis regarding my leg, and my disability. To say it's not great news is an understatement. They can see the issue on the Nuclear Scan. But, they can't tell whether its infection or inflammation.
I've been told, other than maybe some pain management there is nothing left to be done because whatever is wrong will still be there. So no antibiotics and no anti inflammatory meds. They could operate, a major surgery to remove the metal work. But, neither the surgeon nor his colleagues believe it will actually solve anything as my symptoms don't match to that being the problem. That, and the fact there's a 50% chance my leg would need amputating, during the surgery. Not a risk I'm willing to take.This is just the nature of my injury, apparently.
So, that's it. I'm bloody stuck like this. Me, my missus and our girls are bloody stuck like this and I'm devastated about it. Devastated and very angry. It's one thing to go through this, maybe knowing it was permanent but having hope that things would get better. To knowing, beyond doubt that the best you can hope for is a life full of pain, swelling and regular cellulitis.
Yesterday, after 4 and a half years of waiting I finally got to find out my long term prognosis regarding my leg, and my disability. To say it's not great news is an understatement. They can see the issue on the Nuclear Scan. But, they can't tell whether its infection or inflammation.
I've been told, other than maybe some pain management there is nothing left to be done because whatever is wrong will still be there. So no antibiotics and no anti inflammatory meds. They could operate, a major surgery to remove the metal work. But, neither the surgeon nor his colleagues believe it will actually solve anything as my symptoms don't match to that being the problem. That, and the fact there's a 50% chance my leg would need amputating, during the surgery. Not a risk I'm willing to take.This is just the nature of my injury, apparently.
So, that's it. I'm bloody stuck like this. Me, my missus and our girls are bloody stuck like this and I'm devastated about it. Devastated and very angry. It's one thing to go through this, maybe knowing it was permanent but having hope that things would get better. To knowing, beyond doubt that the best you can hope for is a life full of pain, swelling and regular cellulitis.