Post-Op Photos
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In order to be certain that the disease is completely gone, surgeons go ahead into
healthy tissue. I lost mostly soft tissue, but a small amount of muscle was removed near my hip. In this
photo, you can see that my entire body is swollen because my organs had failed and I was retaining
fluid. I weighed about 300 pounds at this time. When I left the hospital three months later, I was
120 pounds lighter and looked like a concentration camp survivor. |
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To eradicate necrotizing faciitis, all of the affected soft tissue
must be removed down to facia, bone or muscle. Then, the area must
be free of any bacteria before skin grafting. The black line down my
shin is the exposed tibia. The outer layer of the bone was killed by
the bacteria, giving it the dark appearance. |
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This view of my thigh from another angle shows the only area where
I lost muscle, at my hip. I was fortunate -- only soft tissue was affected, avoiding serious muscle loss or amputation.
If you look at my hand, you can see how swollen my body
was as a result of sepsis / organ failure. |
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This is the post operative photograph of my leg after the final debridement.
The black line on my hip marks the perimeter of the infection, which
had traveled up into my lower back. Before I was taken in, the decision
was made that the infected tissue was to be removed, but Dr. Blaisdell did not expect me to live because I had lost so much tissue and the infection was spreading..
However, when they began to probe, they found that the infection had
miraculously disappeared and my leg was ready for skin grafts. I think
this qualifies as a miracle. |
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My
leg was covered by "split-thickness" skin grafts. A
thin layer of skin is shaved off, a fraction of a millimeter thick.
The oil and persperation glands, hair and pigment are left behind.
The
skin
is fed through another
machine which perforates and spreads it. Then it is applied to a bed
of tissue, which is free of bacteria and rich in blood supply. When
the skin is finished, it should retain this pattern which the surgeons refer to as "good waffling." |
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After a skin graft
operation on a Tuesday, Dr. Blaisdell told me that there would be
a large hole between the Achilles tendon and my
ankle. It would be "flapped" or filled in by the plastic
surgeon after I had been home for a month or so and gained strength.
The following Saturday my cast went bad and a decision was made to
take it off and clean things up a bit. When the cast was removed, they
found that the flesh had covered the entire area around my ankle and
was ready for skin grafts. I was awake during the procedure and heard
the intial gasps when the surgeons saw the ankle, as well as another
problem area on my thigh. At first, I thought it was bad news. Then,
they all began saying things like "look at the ankle!" "Wow!" "It's
beautiful." Dr. Mayer went down to the waiting area, giddy and
jumping up and down. She was so excited to bring my wife the good news!
Before noon, that was the worst day of my life -- that afternoon was
one of the most glorious, peaceful days I have ever enjoyed. I slept
real sleep for the first time in the hospital that afternoon. If you look at my right leg, you will see the scarred areas where skin was "harvested." You can also see the scars on my stomach and up my left side. I still retain the patterns on my calf and shin. |
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Mark, the physical
therapist in the burn unit, heard the commotion and walked by my
room. He came in and asked if he could work my knee
while the cast was off and I said, "sure!" This is Mark holding
my leg before the therapy. Note the beautiful bed of tissue God miraculously
wrapped around my ankle and tendon! Mark worked my leg against his
body, grasping it firmly in both hands. When he was done, he came around
the side of my bed, covered in blood and gook -- he looked like a butcher!
Mark smiled, began snapping off his gloves and removing his gown. "Thanks
Mr. Salisbury" he said, in his usual perky, upbeat tone," I'll
see you later." I looked at him and said, "You're my hero!" My
hat is off to anyone who could do what he did that day. |
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When my cast was removed, the surgeons were surprised and pleased
to see that the graft on my thigh had taken. In fact, this photo shows
that my grafts were doing very well and they were making good progress
in reconstructing my leg. The skin retained the waffle pattern and
was getting thicker. |
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In this photo, Denise is visiting me in the trauma ward. My left leg is still in the cast and you can see the donor sites for the skin grafts on my right leg and chest. At this point, my right arm is wasting from the positioning injury to my brachial plexus and I am beginnig to look like a concentration camp survivor. |
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This is a photo of my finished leg. The dark lines are not veins,
but the scarring around the perimeter of the individual skin grafts.
The muscle has atrophied and is quite small, but my legs are back to their
normal size now. You can still see the pattern of the
donor sites onmy right leg, where skin was harvested to graft on the affected leg. You
can also see the scarring of the donor sites on my hip and stomach. |
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