A good friend of mine had what I consider to be a pretty traumatic operation yesterday and it made me wonder if I would be as "optimistic" as he was with the doctors taking a limb.
Byron had a motorcycle wreck on his trike back in August and has been in the hospital most of the time since. When we've visited the past couple of times he's said that he just want's them to take his leg and let him get on with healing so he can get back on a bike.
Jokes of I want a peg leg, make it a kick-stand or how about a stiletto were all made, I'm sure to help cover some deep personal concern and calm some nerves. What would my thought's be I wondered.
Yesterday that's exactly what happened, just below the knee "off with his leg". A couple hours later here's the messages in brief.
- Dad's in recovery for a hour or so and doing great
- Dad's in his room and doing great
- Dad's in his room and moving his toes and feels the movement in both legs
- A picture of "dad" just hanging out
My Uncle Earl had a "wooden leg" for as long as I could remember and he was or maybe he appeared to be good with it since I was just a little kid when he would take it off and my brother and I would play with it. I never knew how or why he lost it.
The other person I know is Ryan, my non-official adopted son (anyway he calls me pop's) and he lost both of his in Afghanistan not that long ago, no choices, no one telling him 2 days before "we're going to have to amputate your leg", no time to stop and think about it.
Ryan appears to be doing great with his "robot" legs, he rode motorcycles before and he rides a trike now, he wins more bar bets than you can imagine, and has a pretty damn good outlook on life.
What does this have to do with my random thoughts you might ask?
No matter what I think I'm going through in my life it seems pretty minuscule to what someone else is going through on any given day.
Just live and make the most out of every day, you never know when it can change on a dime
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