Two more days. Two short little days until it is Thursday. Thursday, November 18th.
And what is it about Thursday, November 18th? We have an appointment that day. And by “we”, I really mean “Mike”. And it’s not just any appointment. It’s a doctor’s appointment. “But”, you say, “Mike has doctor’s appointments all the time.”
True, my friend. Very true.
But this one is with Doctor Crawford – Mike’s orthopedic doctor. It’s been month’s since we’ve seen him. The last appointment was stellar. Mike’s feet were doing fantastic.
But there is always that little bit of dread that starts creeping in. After all, bilateral clubbed feet can certainly become a lifelong struggle. Sure – Mike responded extremely well to the serial casting. And after a short struggle with his brace, we had the tenotomy procedure done. After that, Mike responded very well to the brace which holds his feet in position. So well in fact, that for the last 3 months, he has only had to wear the brace at night when he’s sleeping.
And his feet have had no relapse. They are still fully corrected. They still have plenty of pronation. When he stands on them, he stands flat footed and not on the outside edges. To the untrained eye – they look perfectly normal. If we didn’t tell you that he was born with bilateral clubbed feet, you would never even suspect it.
But the key phrase is “to the untrained eye”. Sure, we might know a little more about bilateral clubbed feet than your ordinary average Joe – but we are still very far from the “expert” range. The “expert” in our case is Dr. Crawford. His is the final word.
So, we will cross our fingers, say our prayers, kiss the Blarney stone, rub the Buddha belly, and whatever else we can think of that might bring us “luck”.