Yesterday my team of doctors determined that my healing challenges are a result of a condition called Deep Vein Thrombosis (DVT), which is causing blood clots to form deep in the veins of my left leg (the one that was just operated on) and blocking the blood flow that’s supposed to deliver antibiotics to the surgical site and also carry away the inflammation fluids. DVT is incredibly rare in dogs – so rare in fact that my Ivy League surgical team was stunned when a high-tech machine revealed that my body’s inability to heal itself has apparently been caused by DVT all along.
The underlying cause of my DVT is still a mystery, which makes treatment much too risky to attempt. What’s more, I’ve also contracted a bacterial infection in my leg even though I’m on a rotation of multiple intravenous antibiotics. As time progresses without adequate circulation in my leg, it poses a huge risk to the rest of my body because a clot can travel to my lungs and cause much more serious complications than I’m experiencing right now, not to mention the havoc that the bacterial infection can wreak.
And so, yesterday morning my medical team reviewed my test results and conferred with one another to come up with a consensus on the best treatment path to take, and they were left with only one viable option: this worsening problem must be dealt with swiftly and decisively, and so today they will perform surgery to amputate my left leg at the hip in order to prevent a much more serious fate that would otherwise befall me.
Yes, this is a major setback to be sure, but not all hope is lost. I never really used my left leg to any extent, except maybe to balance slightly when I creep around the house. But when I run outdoors I use only my right leg, with my left leg bouncing and dangling alongside like a useless piece of meat. So although I will be losing a leg, I may actually be gaining more mobility, as I will no longer be carrying that dead weight around, throwing off my balance and bumping into my right leg as it so often did. If I can learn to use my right leg in a more natural position, then I don’t think I will miss that bum left leg of mine one bit!
Right now my only concern is that I make it through the surgery and post-operative recovery with flying colors. No more complications please!!! (NO WHAMMIES!!!) If I can get through the next few weeks of healing without any more unpleasant “surprises”, then in all likelihood I will emerge on the other side better than I ever was! What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger!
Look out world… my name is Barley, and I intend to FIGHT!!!