Well the surgeon's appt didn't come off as great news. (Ann - we got Dr Bernard; one of the guys you mentioned!). The doc told us that Kevin has multiple fractures and he figures that some (if not all) of it had never healed from the original date of injury.
Anyway, he said that Kevin's ankle bone has about 1/3 of the bone fractured off of the rest of the bone. There are also many other smaller fractures. Any of these can be causing pain and he suggested that we just let it go for a few weeks and see what happens.
He told us to let Kevin walk and do whatever because no amount of staying off of it is going to fix the issue. He told us that Kevin may feel better and not need surgery for a long time yet. It's really all about how Kevin can handle the pain.
BUT - Kevin will need surgery eventually. It may be next month, it may be next year, but it will happen someday.
When that day arrives, he would like to go in and see if he can clean up the fractures using various screws. If that doesn't work, he will just have to fuse the ankle bone to the shin bone. That would mean that Kevin would not be able to bend his ankle at all. He did tell me that it would affect his walk a little bit, but not much.
Damn! This is really not what we wanted to hear. Kevin was so upset when he heard the word surgery and I don't blame him. This is all just so exhausting.
When I think of all the things we still need to do I just want to sit here and cry. Here is a list of things I can think of (just off the top of my head):
possible foot surgery
facility to teach Kev independence
see new neurosurgeon
see new neuropsychologist
put Kev through detox
need to fix his eye surgically
burn scar laser treatments
looking into hyper baric treatments
find a cognitive rehab program
botox in his hand
(and let's not forget our daily regimen of therapy, therapy and more therapy)
Every time I formulate this little plan in my head on when to do certain things, all kinds of crap comes up emergently.
I just wish we could just live. Just go about our days like normal people. I think it's one of the reasons Kevin is always depressed here. When we are in Texas, our schedule is lighter and we can sometimes do things that are fun. Here, we are just too tired. There are so many therapy appts and doctors appointments that we are too exhausted to do anything else - even on the weekends.
Frankly, I think I just need to sit down and figure out our priorities. Like OT - is it really worth it? It's been 18 months today since he was wounded. The arm is no better now that it was. He still has basically no control. So why are we spending so much time trying to fix it? Really?
I think we need to find some time and energy to live a little. Not just exist for doctors visits and therapy appointments...