So on next Friday I will undergo yet another surgery to remove bone from my foot. I've literally lost track of how many times I've had to do this. This will be the fifth, I think?

I did ask my doctor a question today, though.

"Are we just chasing our tail?" I asked. "Am I going to end up losing my foot"

See, such things are really that matter-of-fact when you're a crip. The good news, though, is that he promised I wouldn't. He thinks there's an end in sight. I'm going to count on his optimism. He's a lot smarter than me.