This is big for me.

Hello friends!

I received a very important phone call Tuesday morning. I picked up, and it was my new ankle specialist doctor. My heart sank, assuming that he was calling with bad news from the MRI I had taken on Good Friday. Instead, he told me that, according to the MRI, there is no sign of bone death in my talus, the central important ankle bone. This is a direct 180 degrees from what I’ve been hearing ever since the accident – that I had a 99-100% chance of bone death because the bone was so broken, dislocated, and cut off from blood supply.

I was absolutely shocked – so I asked him… “Are you sure??” He said that the MRI reader (radiologist?) agreed with him that things looked good – so good that he even questions whether my talus was actually broken! He said he believes there is little chance that I would need a major [pantalar] ankle fusion, possibly a less drastic surgery down the road.

Honestly… part of me is scared to let my hopes be reset so high – that I might have a healing, somewhat kinda normal ankle, instead of the shattered thing that I’ve been thinking I had. But I truly dare to think that this is the miracle that I along with so many others (thank you) have been praying for. And this week, especially after having some tough physical therapy on Wed., I’ve been working hard on putting more weight down on it and increasing my “walking” - still with some crutches' help, of course. And it’s responding. I loved walking in the grass for an hour today. I’m nervous to admit it – but I’m really excited. Thank you to so many of you who have walked alongside me during this. It’s not over – but God is making some beauty out of the ashes.

Your brother and limping partner along the road,

Todd