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I am a below knee amputee. More importantly, I am also Mommy to two boys, a very active 10 year old (Robby) and an mischievous toddler (Timmy). I have learned that being a parent with a disability can create some unusual and sometimes humorous situations. This blogger is available for hire! Let's talk and learn how a blog can expand your business.

Friday, September 07, 2018


My leg is feeling better. It is amazing how liberating the absence of pain feels! Last night I was actually able to sleep and today I'm feeling both energetic and refreshed. 

I still have two full days in San Francisco before returning home. This trip is a tad longer than most, and I'm starting to really feel the distance between me and my boys. At my core I am a homebody.

I won't have a lot of time to ruminate on feeling homesick over the next few days. Today and tomorrow the schedule is packed from early morning until late evening.  I don't think I'll have problems staying busy until I fly home on Sunday.While I miss the boys, I am also feeling productive which is satisfying.

Thursday, September 06, 2018

Step By Step

As predicted, yesterday was bustling with activity. In between meetings and working on projects I met with the Prosthetist to test out my new socket. I find the socket fitting process frustrating under the best of circumstances. I always feel deflated when I slip into a new socket and it doesn't fit. I realize that is part of the process, and that unlike a pair of jeans the socket can and should be adjusted. But I abhor the process!

The socket did not fit correctly and was being tweaked throughout the afternoon. I know that it will eventually be perfect, but the steps that I need to take (literally and figuratively) to get to that stage are frustrating. I used to be an easy-to-fit limb. Everything changed after the surgery a few years ago. 

The re-amputation after Timmy was born completely transformed my limb. While only about an inch of bone was removed, the changes in my limb are profound. I can no longer bear weight through the bottom of my limb, and I am now hyper sensitive to the pulling sensation when trying to wear a seal-in liner. 

I should have returned to my original surgeon when I was having issues with my limb. Instead I accepted a referral for somebody local. At the time I was struggling with a newborn, recovering from a hysterectomy and in survival mode. I didn't have the energy to investigate options, so I opted for the easiest solution. In hindsight I would have done things differently, but that revelation does not help me now.

I become depressed and self-loathing when I think of the ramifications from that leg surgery. I am going to deal with the consequences every day for the rest of my life. While most of the time I have adjusted and I don't think about it, the emotions come flooding back whenever I am dealing with socket issues. Yesterday was one of those days.

Wednesday, September 05, 2018

Greetings from SFO

Good morning from San Francisco. 

I arrived late last night after a non eventful trip. Today is going to be extraordinarily busy, so please excuse the brevity of this blog post. Typically I enjoy the practice of leisurely drinking my coffee while writing my blog in the morning, but today I do not that that luxury. I need to chug my coffee as soon as the temperature is tolerable, hop in an UBER and head into the office.  

Timmy is happy and safe at my Mom's house. (Robby is busy with school so he stayed in Virginia.) My sweet little guy cried on the drive to the transfer point, begging to stay. It absolutely broke my heart seeing him so upset with my departure. By the time my Mom and Timmy drove away I was in tears.

According to my Mom, Timmy's crying did not last long. His sadness morphed into smiles and laughter as soon as they arrived at her home. It made me feel considerably better getting onto the plane knowing that Timmy was happy.  

Tuesday, September 04, 2018

Low-Key Holiday

After several doses of ibuprofen, by mid afternoon my back twinges began to relax. We decided to take advantage of the final day of the pool season by heading to splish and splash for a few hours. The boys were delighted to go play in the pool. I was looking forward to cooling off and feeling weightless in the water.  

The cool pool water was exactly what I needed to feel completely better. I could feel the nerves relaxing as I gently waded in the water with Timmy. (Robby was busy playing with a friend in the deep end of the pool.)  By the time we were ready to come home the boys were sun drunk and my back was feeling completely normal. 

The evening was spent running errands and getting ready for the week. Unfortunately, after working in the kitchen for two hours and lugging laundry around the house, my back started to twitch again. As soon as I felt the first twinge I stopped what I was doing and rested. I can't afford to become immobile due to back pain.  The housework will have to wait.

Today I'm heading to San Francisco for work, and I'll be away from home until Sunday. (I am hoping that my back is healed enough to handle the long flight.) Timmy is going to be spending the week with my Mom while Robby and Scott are busy at school.  I know that everybody will be okay in my absence, but my goodness I am going to miss them!

Monday, September 03, 2018


I heard Hamlet up early and ready to start playing. Normally I begrudgingly get out of bed within moments of hearing him, groggy and moving at a slightly slower speed until the coffee began to course through my system. This morning was different. I found myself laying in bed for more than 30 minutes after my little mischief maker woke up. I wasn't enjoying the holiday, nor was I enjoying the solitude of having Scott get up to watch Timmy. Instead, I was physically trapped because my back muscles decided to spasm.  

I laid in bed for nearly 20 minutes, trying (and many times failing) to turn my body without twinging my back. After I finally found myself in a propped sitting position, I realized that I needed to get on my liner and leg. It took me nearly 15 minutes and a variety of poses worthy of a Cirque du Soleil performance to slip on my liner. Each time my weight shifted I felt the complaints from my middle aged back.

Tomorrow I am leaving for San Francisco, which means that I have a lengthy to do list to tackle today. Unfortunately my back failed to get the "I don't have time to be sidelined" memo. Instead of working around the house and cleaning, today will be spent alternating between heat and ice in the quest for comfort and relief.  

I hate feeling my age!