Denial doesn’t solve anything

In my last post I mentioned I was dealing with a bone infection. Well, here’s the deal: about four months ago I picked a little bit of skin off a callous on the bottom of my right big toe. Because I’m diabetic it never healed. February brought two visits to the urgent care clinic, a visit with a podiatrist, and the accompanying rounds of antibiotics. In April, after moving here to Colorado, I engaged a new podiatrist who immediately sent me to the Advanced Wound Care Clinic.

Last Tuesday the doctor broke the news that, while the wound was healing, the bone infection was spreading. On Thursday, the toe was amputated.

I’ve been in denial about diabetes since I was diagnosed almost ten years ago. Now there’s no denying it; every time I look down at my right foot I’m reminded not only of my diabetes, but my denial. Ignoring a problem doesn’t solve anything. The progression of the disease won’t wait until I come to terms with it.

What’s done is done. Here I am, nine toes and all. Time to get to work.

I’m down two pounds from last week, weighing in at 266.5 this morning.

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