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Chapter Nine -
With the drain down complete we closed the gate and prayed for rain so that the fish could soon swim out of the holding pools and back into the main lake.
Luckily, we didn’t have long to wait but the winter turned out to be one of the longest in memory. With the pressing work completed, it was time to get my leg checked out again so I made a promise to my lovely wife that I would visit the doctors again straight after Christmas.
The doctor’s visit led to a series of events that I hadn’t planned for. Even with the slight language barrier I could tell that he was extremely worried just from the look on his face, as he unwrapped the bandages from my ankle.
An appointment was made for me to see a specialist and, luckily, this gentleman spoke perfect English. He was able to explain that the ulcer was caused by a lack of blood flow down my right leg but that the cream that had been prescribed for packing it was causing the flesh to eat itself away and we were now able to see the bone at the bottom of the sore.
To say that I felt ill would be an understatement and he explained that I needed surgery very quickly, because the skin around the area had turned black “because gangrene had set in.”
I left that meeting in a state of extreme shock but with an appointment with a surgeon already arranged.
That next week was a blur. I saw the skin specialist on the Monday, the surgeon on the Tuesday, anaesthetist on the Wednesday, blood tests on the Thursday and Friday, and was in hospital on the following Monday.
I’m pleased that it did happen that quick because the surgeon explained the detail of the surgery on the Tuesday with the added comment that we only had this one chance and if this failed “the only option was to amputate my leg.”
The most difficult week of my life was spent hiding that from my wife and praying that I would wake up with both legs.
I say wake up but the truth is that it was planned that the operation would be carried out whilst I was connected to an electronic pain control machine.
I remained conscious until the point where they needed to cut the main artery and my blood pressure dropped, bells and lights began to flash and a nurse appeared and placed a mask over my face.
I’m pleased to say that I did wake up with two legs and that the pain gradually faded as the scars healed. I was just about fit enough, with the assistance of Sharon driving, to take Jan out for a St Valentine’s dinner and was then able to tell her the secret that I had been forced to keep from her.
Another memorable step in our lives.