About 4 days ago while walking in the kitchen with my prosthesis on, I got a very sharp, stabbing pain deep inside my stump. I could put no pressure on the prosthesis. I finally sat on the floor and removed the leg, then slid on my ass across to the wheel chair.
What would I have done, if I was in the States, out watching bears, or walking on the ranch?
Now 4 days later, if I grab the stump thigh gently, and pull the skin up toward the hip I get a very sharp pain deep inside the stump. I can slap and roughly massage the stump end, and all seems fine there. But moving the skin up toward the hip is excruciating. My little brain says there is damage from the end of the bone to the muscles that were cut off during the amputation. Pulling the muscles up into contact with the bone is when the pain occurs.
I have not been able to get the silicone liner on, and the thought of putting on the socket makes me cringe. The socket would be extremely painful to get on, as I would need to shove my stump down inside the socket.
When the socket is on correctly, all my weight is on the skin of the thigh. Now, even a few ounces of pressure pulling the skin toward the hip is painful.
I called the surgeon to make an appointment, and they said the next opening was a month away.
I have been gentle as possible for the last few days, hoping it will heal. But today it is worse than before.
So I am wheel chair bound, or crutches when necessary. Without my prosthetic leg, my world has just gotten much smaller.
If it is still bad on Monday, I'll either go to see the Surgeon and wait, or go to the emergency room, and have them call him.
My life is so complex, and dependent on things out of my control, that I think planning anything beyond what to watch on TV tonight, is futile, and tempting fate.
People ask what my plans are. I never planed on having cancer, and did not plan on not losing a leg. Plans, and the future are not on the same page.
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