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Hi everyone,
It's my first time here, so please forgive.
I opted for leg lengthening surgery with Guichet in London on July 2016. It didn't go well as an eggshell fracture was created during surgery. This fracture eventually broke through my femur bone and left me crippled on the left leg.
Guichet gave me an emergency surgery on September 2016 to nail back the broken piece. I was told to wait until my fractures on the left are fully healed before we could rebreak it to restart leg lengthening.
In the meantime, to make matters worse, the right leg that never had any problems start to show non-union (no bone consolidation) and in November 2016, Guichet admits that the right leg has no bone fusion and a bone graft will be needed.
By April 2017, I went to Milan for my 3rd surgery with Guichet where he accidentally broke his own nail in my left leg and had to hammer out components through my knees. He also extracted bone marrow from my pelvic bone to inject into my non-union right leg.
By July 2020, I decided to listen to the advise of NHS Kings College' Sarah Philips. She made me realize how many things went wrong during my procedure and how many of those could have been prevented. She gave me my 4th surgery to graft my right leg with DBX (cadaver bone chips) and it didn't work much 100%, she released my IT bands and drained a liquid sac from my left knee, which returned me to 100% standing posture and full range movements.
In light of the recent Guichet nail break of the right leg, she will exchange it with a trauma nail and extract a piece from my pelvic bone to graft my non-union right leg.
You must wonder what kind of mental state all these must affect me? I can say that at times, I can't tell if I wanna live or die. My cat of 20 years Napster died in my arms several days ago and this was over me having to postpone my NHS surgery because I couldn't find anyone who wanted to take care of her while I was in hospital for 2 weeks.
She decided, the next day, to stop eating and drinking, and I was even forcing syringes of water in her throat to prevent dehydration but it seems like kitty has made up her mind. The last night as I slept face to face, her little paws grabbed my index finger so tight and by morning, she passed away peacefully while holding my finger.
This is magic for me, above all else. This gives me so much hope that there's kindness out there. This made me cry everything I think of my cat's sacrifice as I was yelling at everyone saying the cat comes first, my leg comes second. And here she goes, and solves the quandary herself. What a big heart for such a little girl.
It's my first time here, so please forgive.
I opted for leg lengthening surgery with Guichet in London on July 2016. It didn't go well as an eggshell fracture was created during surgery. This fracture eventually broke through my femur bone and left me crippled on the left leg.
Guichet gave me an emergency surgery on September 2016 to nail back the broken piece. I was told to wait until my fractures on the left are fully healed before we could rebreak it to restart leg lengthening.
In the meantime, to make matters worse, the right leg that never had any problems start to show non-union (no bone consolidation) and in November 2016, Guichet admits that the right leg has no bone fusion and a bone graft will be needed.
By April 2017, I went to Milan for my 3rd surgery with Guichet where he accidentally broke his own nail in my left leg and had to hammer out components through my knees. He also extracted bone marrow from my pelvic bone to inject into my non-union right leg.
By July 2020, I decided to listen to the advise of NHS Kings College' Sarah Philips. She made me realize how many things went wrong during my procedure and how many of those could have been prevented. She gave me my 4th surgery to graft my right leg with DBX (cadaver bone chips) and it didn't work much 100%, she released my IT bands and drained a liquid sac from my left knee, which returned me to 100% standing posture and full range movements.
In light of the recent Guichet nail break of the right leg, she will exchange it with a trauma nail and extract a piece from my pelvic bone to graft my non-union right leg.
You must wonder what kind of mental state all these must affect me? I can say that at times, I can't tell if I wanna live or die. My cat of 20 years Napster died in my arms several days ago and this was over me having to postpone my NHS surgery because I couldn't find anyone who wanted to take care of her while I was in hospital for 2 weeks.
She decided, the next day, to stop eating and drinking, and I was even forcing syringes of water in her throat to prevent dehydration but it seems like kitty has made up her mind. The last night as I slept face to face, her little paws grabbed my index finger so tight and by morning, she passed away peacefully while holding my finger.
This is magic for me, above all else. This gives me so much hope that there's kindness out there. This made me cry everything I think of my cat's sacrifice as I was yelling at everyone saying the cat comes first, my leg comes second. And here she goes, and solves the quandary herself. What a big heart for such a little girl.
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