Getting Home

Getting home from the hospital was a relief, I was heartbroken, they did not care for me there.  I knew something was wrong with my body and it would never be the same.  Still unable to walk well, both legs losing strength, something just wasn't right.  Home physical therapy and occupational therapy had been ordered for 8 weeks.  Phil was healing from surgery and using a walker. Since we had a 2 story house, we were stuck in 2 recliners downstairs for a couple months.  So side by side we sat.  Family to take care of us, meals delivered by friends for a couple weeks.  We were on a "Breaking Bad" marathon from sundown to sunup.  We were the best of friends.  I knew nothing of my condition at this time, only that my legs were not strong and my pain was not subsiding.  I would go to the surgeon monthly for xrays and he would tell me how everything was healing great. I would tell him of my severe pain, and he would tell me I was "just healing".  He had placed a bone graft "allograft" (cadaver bone), to fuse the sacrum and ileum.  He would do monthly xrays to make sure that was fusing properly.  Each month those xrays would also show my abdomen.  I would continue complaining of severe pain in the pelvis. About 5 Months in I finally went to the ER complaining of pelvic pain.

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