Late night 9/16/16: I didn’t see the stairs. Medically, that caused a “comminuted open fracture of the left distal femur.” In 6 months, we added “nonunion.”
IOW, I absolutely powdered my thighbone right above Elmo, my replacement knee, so there’s not much left for Elmo to live in, and it’s having trouble growing back.
The goal: Regrow bone so that Elmo has a home. In the meantime, I’m learning about life in a wheelchair, and fretting, because so far that dad-blasted bone is about as fertile as a rock.
The threat: If the bone doesn’t grow, the docs want to remove Elmo and replace him with a new, less successful implant that wears out pretty quickly. After it goes, so does my leg.
Let’s not go there. This series is about exactly that.