Beginning of the end...

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On October 31, I twisted my ankle again. I knew instantly that my existing posterior tibial tendon injury was in for another run. When I took off my shoe, I noticed that my ankle was touching the floor and my toes were even more separated. I wrapped my ankle in a bandage, covered that with my usual brace and smiled like nothing was wrong (as much as possible). By Thanksgiving, I could only take a few steps without pain and my leg was beginning to cramp for hours at a time! I finally scheduled the dreaded appointment with my ankle orthopedic surgeon. The MRI confirmed that my injury had progressed beyond conservative treatment stage. I was put back in an air cast boot and told that I would need to wear it until I had surgery. I was also warned that putting off surgery could lead to further damage and the outcome of surgery would probably be less favorable.  My life was slowly put on hold and surgery was scheduled!