Today marks one year since Jonah’s amputation. We are thrilled how well he has adapted and doesn’t even think about it. Sometimes I (DeAnna) feel so silly that I look at his hand thinking maybe his finger really is there, but the reality hits again.
Last year, making the decision to amputate was torturous and waiting in the outpatient waiting room was torturous. When we were called back to see him in recovery, his hand was wrapped in a way that there was no hiding what had just happened and that stung deep.
I’m so thankful that the bone infection was caught early. I’m so thankful that we were in the USA when the lesions grew on his badly damaged finger and we had modern medicine available to us. I’m so thankful he had wonderful hand therapists to help build his confidence that he can do and be whatever he wants. I was overwhelmed with joy when he went across monkey bars; that was his therapy goal.