Trying To Look Like Jesus

After a few torturous days in the hospital (the hospital staff dropped a lead plate on my newly operated foot a couple times trying to get the "right" x-ray), I was able to go home. I was home maybe a couple days when Lily, who was six years old at the time, notices my toes and says, "Mommy, your toes look like blueberries". I looked and thought, you know what, she's right, they do. I was being cared for by a home health care nurse who also noticed my toes but chalked it up to "post-op swelling and bruising". Michael, not willing to accept that answer,  called the doctor's office and they said to come in the next day and he will "take a look". I'm so grateful for Lily. She literally saved my life! The next day I make it to the doctor's office. He unwraps my foot and is horrified at what he sees and immediately has me rushed to the hospital. He fears it's MRSA! I was admitted and soon after had my next surgery to rem...

It's awful isn't it?  For exactly tens years this month now, whenever I look down at my feet, this is what I see. It's painful. It's ugly. It changed my life forever. I was born with clubfoot which, is a deformity of the bones in my right foot. When I was ten years old, I had my first surgery to begin "correcting" my deformed foot. I will never forget because it was during Christmas break. I remember a man in a uniform bringing me a stuffed frog I think it was, into my hospital room after my surgery. I later learned, it was a Marine from the Toys for Tots program. I had a second surgery, I think, later that summer. Not much changed from those surgeries except a straightened out toe. My foot was still quite contorted. After a series of sprained and broken ankle injuries, I decided enough was enough. I was going to finally have a nice, functioning, painless foot! I "interviewed" many different orthopedist and podiatrist. I finally f...