
I hope you are enjoying the 2024 Paris Olympics and when we hear of the determination and the sacrifices made by the athletes, it inevitably leaves mere mortals like us feeling utterly in awe of their dedication. Particularly when participants such as Andy Murray and Adam Peaty, to name just two, have worked excruciatingly hard to ‘bounce back’ from recent surgeries.
Now, I am not for a moment drawing a comparison between Mary’s and my recent orthopaedic journeys with those endured by these elite athletes, but having both gone through significant surgeries, we do have an even greater level of sympathy with the pain and arduous rehab they must have undertaken to be able to make it to the Olympics at all!
It was back in mid-May that I had my foot surgery and Mary had a total knee replacement a few days later, and in her piece later in this newsletter you will hear how she is getting along some 12 weeks on. I had hoped I would be all ‘done and dusted’ by 12 weeks but I know I still have a way to go.
After my foot had been reconstructed with a piece of metal and thirteen screws, I was placed in a cast for eight weeks before it was re-X-rayed. When I saw my consultant, Mr Bhatia, he was happy with how it was progressing but then put me in a what can only be described as a huge orthopaedic boot which I was to wear 24 hours a day, only taking it off when I bathed or showered! I was given strict instructions that under no circumstances was I to weight-bear on that foot without the boot. Up to this point I had worked hard on my physio exercises to strengthen my ‘operated’ leg in an attempt to strengthen those unused muscles, as well as my core and upper body muscles which I needed to be strong to manoeuvre myself around.
Whilst I was to live with the monster boot for a further six weeks, the good news was that I could start weight bearing providing I used the added support of a pair of crutches to share the weight. Suddenly, instead of being in a wheelchair or hopping whenever I was standing on one leg and climbing up the stairs on my bottom, I was now able to be upright all the time. I could walk up the stairs with the help of the banister and one crutch, and most excitingly, I could also now drive! My car is an automatic and as it was my left foot that was booted, I was safe to do so. All of these activities meant that I could get out and about and use my leg muscles significantly more so that they could become stronger again rather than waste away.
In the full picture of life, I told myself six more weeks wasn’t long, and through trial and error I found how much walking I could do and how much weight I could put on my foot. If I did too much, my foot swelled up so then I put an ice pack on it and rested it while it recovered.
One of the problems of walking in an orthopaedic boot is that it has a very thick sole so inevitably it makes the good leg feel too short. That’s when I remembered seeing someone in a similar boot who had snapped their Achilles. They had solved this problem by wearing an attachment to their shoe to level them up. They used a product called an ‘EVENup shoe balancer'. A brilliant invention and a real help in keeping the hips level!
We live on an old farm which naturally is down a long drive from the road and after a week in my boot I went for my first walk in over two months and it was wonderful! When I arrived back to the house, Mike was there, smiling and gave me a big hug, and confessed that he had wondered whether I would ever be able to walk again! He asked if I had ever thought that? Thankfully, I hadn’t. I knew it would take time but being able to walk was my ultimate aim and now I was well on the way.
Of course, I hadn’t walked far for several months prior to my op and the thing that I missed most was being able to go for my morning prayer walk. As a Christian I have always found praying early in the morning a wonderful way to start my day and when we moved to where we live now, in the middle of the countryside with woodland and natural beauty all around us, I found myself just praying out loud in praise of the wonders of nature. I felt it fed my soul. This then grew into a really special time every day, rain or shine, when I would pray out loud for friends and family, for healing of those I knew were poorly, and thanking God for answered prayers and our many blessings. I always felt as though I was walking with my best friend and it was really beautiful - and I had missed it greatly.
As I returned from that first slow and short walk, my eyes filled with tears of joy at, once again, being able to walk and talk with God. So, I am very grateful for my boot and crutches and am happy to take my time for my foot to mend thoroughly.
Power of Attorney
Last week I wrote about the value of setting up a Lasting Power of Attorney and thank you to those of you who contacted me to say it was just the nudge they needed to take action. I am also grateful to the reader who pointed out that, of course, once the person (the ‘donor’) is deceased, the authority of the Lasting Power of Attorney ceases and it is the Executor named in their Will who then takes on the responsibility for dealing with their estate. I apologise for this error.
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