Over the last three weeks I have been in Italy enjoying a wonderful holiday with my family. Now, home for less than 2 days, I am back to reality- attending a pre admission appointment at the Royal Melbourne Hospital for a toe amputation that is scheduled for Thursday morning. In a way it feels like deja vu. This time last year I had just returned home from my first overseas holiday and was awaiting a surgery date for removal of an acoustic neuroma. Having a toe chopped off is by no means as drastic as my last surgery. Up
until today I have been quite calm about the operation telling everyone it is "just a toe". Now that D day is close the idea of having nine toes is weighing on my mind. I am pleased I will finally be able to buy shoes without worrying about getting them a size too big to accommodate my little toe or have the constant pain associated with walking. However I fear I will no longer be able to wear sandals or walk barefoot without feeling self conscious. I already feel self conscious about the way my face looks post surgery, I can't help but wonder what else NF will rob me of in the future.