I wake up with thoughts about the process of how I got to this place and know deep down I’m not done yet. Not only was my ‘foot drop’ not referred to in any of my medical notes, but I have now learned that I have it because of a difference in leg length and a paralysis.
I have always known about the leg length difference, but the paralysis I didn’t know about, but it does tie in with having little muscle mass or working muscle on my affected side. I can’t point my toes on my left side, but never equated it to the fact that I am paralysed on that side. That would explain why I dragged my leg, and why I couldn’t pick my foot up.
I also didn’t know until fairly recently when I discovered further correspondence, that the specialist I was under took advice from another specialist because he had concerns that I was being overlooked, and he was concerned. That is how it has played out through the years.
The response the first specialist got was that if the parents weren’t interested, there was nothing he could do to intervene. That my parents weren’t interested, ties in with what I was told by my father just before he passed.