I washed my hair
On Sunday, July 9, I was working on an article about detours, specifically with my melanoma treatment, when I was interrupted with a quickly developing skin infection on my right leg. Within three hours or so, I went from cheerful writer and gardener to being unable to bear weight on the leg. We made our way to the ER, then surgery to rule out necrotizing fasciitis. Multiple doctors and tests later identified the offender: pseudomonas, a bacterium that likely took advantage of my suppressed immune system.
Today I’m at a rehab hospital learning how to walk again. My leg needs a lot of wound care, which I found out may require my being under anesthesia at some point to control the pain.
More later when I return home to my laptop. Date unknown.
Jeez, yours is a grim saga, yet you write so objectively and dispassionately. That pain sounds grueling. You can probably pass a few medical specialty exams when you beat this disease, considering all you’re learning. I’m so sorry for this new complication, Leah. Your yard looks fine, and I look forward to seeing you back out there. You have my great admiration and compassion.
Battle after battle. I hope you heal and get back home soon enough, my dear friend. Also, I used to be obsessed with this brand of perfumes...you put it back on my radar!