What Makes A Perfect Gift?

This is the time of year many people around the world celebrate religious events. Now, a time to reflect on the past year and give thanks for the blessings that have come along. A time to thank a higher power for guidance and assistance to achieve. If you have followed Bonnie and my stories over the past two years, I’m sure you have noticed we are both very thankful for the blessings we have been given as people with Charcot Foot.

I was raised on a farm in western Nebraska by Christian parents, though quite poor by today’s standards. I had no idea we were poor. It wasn’t an issue. We merely did with what we had and no one felt sorry for anyone. In fact they helped each other.

My mom made many of my clothes. We didn’t go hungry as we raised our own cattle, hogs and chickens and a large vegetable garden. She sold tomatoes, cabbage and lots of sweet corn. She saved this money for things we needed during winter and spring. Mom canned most of our food until the home freezer came to be. We did freeze beef, pork, chicken and corn, but that was kept at our local turkey processing plant that had wire cage storage boxes that people could rent to store their frozen food. That meant driving several miles to get it. Our refrigerator was an Ice box. Men in the area would cut ice on the river and store it in an ice house near the river. Those that helped harvest the ice could get the ice at the ice house to put in their ice box when they needed it.

I was just big enough to look over the edge of a table when my parents had butchered a hog. The meat was on a large table in our basement and my parents were wrapping the meat to take to the turkey plant to freeze. It was near Christmas and I was so excited every time I saw a present. I was told we didn’t have money to buy gifts for everyone, sooo… As I came down the long stairs to the basement, I saw all those packages. I wanted to give one of them to an elderly couple I had adopted as my grandma and grandpa. My parents tried to discourage me as they told me the package I had picked out had pork chops in it and it wouldn’t make a very good gift. Apparently I liked pork chops and wouldn’t agree. They finally gave in. We got into the car and drove to their home. I presented them with my gift. They were thrilled. However, I didn’t learn until later that was the first meat they had eaten in weeks. They had canned dandelion greens from their yard and were living primarily on that. Need I say when the word got out, the neighbors and friends saw to it that they were fine from then on.

As I look at our world at this time, I really wonder what has happened. Who or what has gotten in the way? I look at all the rules and regulations that have come about to “help or protect” us from ourselves. I wonder if the “Greatest good for the Greatest Number was really the answer to many probems. People afraid to say something for fear it will offend, or it will be taken “wrong”. Where is the trust and the true helping hand?

My dad told me a story about the time I was going out on my own to find a place to live. He told of a man searching for a place to relocate his family. He stopped a man on the street and asked, “What type of town is this? The man said, “What kind of a town did you come from?” The man replied, “The people were terrible, They were greedy, mean and unfriendly. The man then said, “That’s what they are like here too.” The man moved on. Soon another man came to the town looking for a place to move his family. He happened upon the same man on the street and asked, “What kind of a town is this?” Again the other man asked, “What type of town did you come from?” His reply. “Oh, the people were kind, helpful loving people.” The man said, “That’s the type of people you will find here.”

You make the difference! And the only way I can say it, as a Christian, is “Merry Christmas and a Prosperous New Year” to each of you.

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My Charcot Surgery

July 5th came and we headed to McChord Air Force Base (AFB). Max drove the RV and I followed in our van. It was a pretty day. We settled in and relaxed as we really didn’t know what was ahead of us.

July 6th, I checked into the hospital at 6 AM. Once through OR Reception and dressing for surgery I went into OR Patient Holding. Max was with me, along with the student intern, the assistant surgeon, who signed my leg for surgery, and a National Guard Reserve who put in my IV. She said, “I’m going to give you a little something to help you relax”. I went out like a light. That was about 7:30 AM. I didn’t wake until about 4:30 PM in my hospital room.

The only thing I remember from the surgery was waking up wondering why they were working in my mouth. Thinking they were supposed to be working on my foot, not my mouth. I learned, later, that I started vomiting, apparently because of the anesthesia.

My surgeon allowed me to document this entire process with Charcot Foot. We have shared photos. He shared many of the surgical photos with me. I will share some of those with you now. Remember each surgery will be different and these are from mine.

The first photo shows where they put in two rods, one from the little toe toward the heel and one from the big toe to the heel. The x-ray shows the rods

They also used artificial bone in three areas. The pictures show the chisel being used and the fact that two people worked to add the artificial bone.

They lengthened the Achilles tendon. No actual picture of this, butyou might be able to see the area on the back of the leg in the picture of the leg and foot in the orbital fixator. There is a picture of the x-ray showing the rods ,staples and what I call the hinge that allows the foot to move up and down, but restricts movement in a rotational sense. Since my toes tended to straighten when they raised the arch, they decided to work on the toes when they remove the Orbital Fixator.

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Who Might Have Charcot?

There are some 24 diseases that cause Charcot Foot to become more distructive. The following list of diseases by Ali Nawaz Khan MBBS Riyadh, Saudi Arabia appeared in an article in emedicine on Feb. 21, 2007.

* Diabetes
* Use of Corticosteriods
* Alcoholism
* Trauma
* Infection
* Amyloidosis
* Prenicious anemia
* Syphilis
* Syringomyelia
* Spina Bifida
* Myelomeningocele
* Leprosy
* Multiple Sclerosis
* Congenital vascular disease
* Charcot-Marie-Tooth disease
* Cord compression
* Asymbolia
* Connective disorders, such as rheumatoid arthritis and sclerodema
* Ehlers-Danlos syndrome
* Raynaud disease
* Adrenal Hypercorticism
* Thalidomide Embryopathy (congenital Arthropathy in offspring of exposed mothers)
* Paraneoplastic sensory neuropathy
* Cauda Equine Lipoma

Since diabetes heads the list, diabetics need to be aware that this article says 15% of the diabetic population has Charcot Foot and a 2004 University of Washington study states that 1/600-700 diabetics with diabetes mellitus neuropathy has Charcot Foot.

Charcot is, apparently, difficult to diagnose and is very often miss diagnosed as arthritis. One needs to find a Charcot knowledgeable professional. A podiatrist DPM, or a foot and ankle specialist (surgeon) DPM, FACFAS who is able to diagnose correctly.

Since neuropathy is a loss of sensation in the foot, one is unable to detect painful sensations. A doctor once told me a patient came into her office unable to remove his shoe and couldn’t understand why. When she looked at the bottom of the shoe she found a nail. It had gone through the shoe and well into his foot. It was removed and the shoe taken off to reveal a traumatic situation. Because of Neuropathy much goes undetected that could save the foot and individual from pain.

If you don’t have someone to help you check your feet, place a mirror on the floor that can be used to check your feet daily. Also, avoid going bare foot.

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Fitting The Prothesis

Second week of April 2004, my orthopedic doctor, Dr. Chung, advised me I that my left foot stump was healed and ready for prosthesis fitting. He was sending Trevor Munger to do the fitting.

That afternoon, I met another miracle person. He would be a big influence on my healing, mentally and physically and, as far as I am concerned, a friend for a lifetime. This young man (early thirties at the time) with the biggest smile, a bucket and paraphernalia in one hand (left) as his right hand/arm was amputated below the right shoulder. I probably thought, “How is he going to accomplish fitting me for a foot prosthesis.”

Trevor said, “Hello! Are you ready to start the next phase of recovery. ” Still smiling. I said, “Yes, I think so.” I was still hesitant in believing he could do this. He said, “Before we get started let me tell you my story.”

Trevor was born with the right arm not being developed. He became a very active young man. His family encouraged him in all aspects of his life. His disability did not stop him from doing anything and everything he wanted to accomplish. In high school in Kenai, Alaska he became a trophy winning football player and continued on to college to learn the art of making prosthesis. He is now the leading prosthesis maker in Alaska (That’s my opinion, but from what I have read and am told, it’s true.)

I was in awe of this young man. I figured YES. I can do this with God’s grace and help. Trevor explained that first he had to make a cast of my left leg/stump, then design a prosthesis. It would take several fittings before the final product was ready for me to use. That it would take adjustments at different times, as I became used to walking with a prosthesis.

I was in my wheelchair and Trevor sat on floor. Very handily he began the process of building the cast using both arms expertly. At the same time building my confidence of him and his ability to do his job.

I think it took about a week and one day before in he walked with the prosthesis and said let’s put this to good work. I wheeled myself into the exercise room that had the bars to hold onto as I had learned to stand and eventually walk there. What a strange wonderful and scary sensation, putting on the prosthesis and standing on both feet for maybe 10 seconds before setting down.

Trevor told me,”You gotta go easy. Make sure there are no breakdowns in skin, that no sores or blisters start because of rubbing from ill fitting prosthesis.” I was on cloud nine and very happy, but lots of work yet to build up the stump and rest of my body. By the end of second week in therapy I was getting very proficient at dressing myself, using the slide board to transfer from bed ,wheelchair and exercise mat. So onto bigger and better things, learning how to shower, do kitchen jobs and getting into the car (They had an actual small car in the rehab area.) using the slide board. I was feeling pretty smart by then and knowing the lord was with me every step of the way. I was continually praying for guidance and giving him all the praise and glory for my accomplishments.

Bonnie’s continuing story

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Sharon’s Surprise & My Continuing Rehabilitation

Second week of April 2004, my orthopedic doctor, Dr. Chung, advised me I that my left foot stump was healed and ready for prosthesis fitting. He was sending Trevor Munger to do the fitting.

That afternoon, I met another miracle person. He would be a big influence on my healing, mentally and physically and, as far as I am concerned, a friend for a lifetime. This young man (early thirties at the time) with the biggest smile, a bucket and paraphernalia in one hand (left) as his right hand/arm was amputated below the right shoulder. I probably thought, “How is he going to accomplish fitting me for a foot prosthesis.”

Trevor said, “Hello! Are you ready to start the next phase of recovery. ” Still smiling. I said, “Yes, I think so.” I was still hesitant in believing he could do this. He said, “Before we get started let me tell you my story.”

Trevor was born with the right arm not being developed. He became a very active young man. His family encouraged him in all aspects of his life. His disability did not stop him from doing anything and everything he wanted to accomplish. In high school in Kenai, Alaska he became a trophy winning football player and continued on to college to learn the art of making prosthesis. He is now the leading prosthesis maker in Alaska (That’s my opinion, but from what I have read and am told, it’s true.)

I was in awe of this young man. I figured YES. I can do this with God’s grace and help. Trevor explained that first he had to make a cast of my left leg/stump, then design a prosthesis. It would take several fittings before the final product was ready for me to use. That it would take adjustments at different times, as I became used to walking with a prosthesis.

I was in my wheelchair and Trevor sat on floor. Very handily he began the process of building the cast using both arms expertly. At the same time building my confidence of him and his ability to do his job.

I think it took about a week and one day before in he walked with the prosthesis and said let’s put this to good work. I wheeled myself into the exercise room that had the bars to hold onto as I had learned to stand and eventually walk there. What a strange wonderful and scary sensation, putting on the prosthesis and standing on both feet for maybe 10 seconds before setting down.

Trevor told me,”You gotta go easy. Make sure there are no breakdowns in skin, that no sores or blisters start because of rubbing from ill fitting prosthesis.” I was on cloud nine and very happy, but lots of work yet to build up the stump and rest of my body. By the end of second week in therapy I was getting very proficient at dressing myself, using the slide board to transfer from bed ,wheelchair and exercise mat. So onto bigger and better things, learning how to shower, do kitchen jobs and getting into the car (They had an actual small car in the rehab area.) using the slide board. I was feeling pretty smart by then and knowing the lord was with me every step of the way. I was continually praying for guidance and giving him all the praise and glory for my accomplishments.

Bonnie’s continuing story

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Kidney Failure: The Rest Of The Story

Because of kidney failure, being in ICU, my muscles, and the ability to even set up in bed was not easy. I was placed in the wheelchair with a lift. When I would try to set up, I would get so dizzy. I would almost faint, or get sick to my stomach. So I had to use a “Hoyer Lift”. They lifted me out of the wheelchair to get my weight each time before dialysis. And also, how I was placed in the chair for dialysis. It was neither a pretty picture nor self-esteem builder, but a day to day task.

Rehab at the assisted living place was slow. They took me to a king-sized bed to practice sitting up. Quite a few days was just repeatedly stretching, sitting up from a laying position and to remain sitting up for 5 minutes at a time. It took awhile. Eventually, I got to 15 minutes at a time. Then I progressed to learn to use a “Slide Board”. It was used for moving from a sitting position on the bed, to wheelchair and back to bed. (had not been fitted for prosthesis yet).

First part of March, my breathing/oxygen levels were not good. So, I was on oxygen quite a bit. I did breathing exercises each day also. That was pretty much the extent of rehab that month in between going to dialysis 3 days a week for 4 hours each trip, which were very cold and bumpy. The last 10 days of March was my getting sicker every day again. Low and behold pneumonia struck again and back to Providence Hospital for care.

It was a very rough 10 days, but the GREATEST WAS PRAYER ANSWERED IN THAT TIME – MY KIDNEYS CAME BACK – WHAT A GLORIOUS DAY THAT WAS AND MANY TEARS AND PRAYERS OF THANKS TO THE LORD!! Believe me I fought hard every day to get stronger and continued “The Serenity Prayer continually”.

During this month of March, I also had my most embarrassing moment- hilarious (in a way). Probably bout the 10th of March, a male nurse shows up early in the morning and says “Good morning Bonnie – I have been assigned to give you your first shower (all this time 3 months were bed type baths), but if you would prefer a female nurse just let me know.” I thought about it a moment and started laughing. And I said, “You are a professional person. Part of your job is bathing males/females and at this point everyone/everybody in this place has seen me from one end to the other and giving me a shower isn’t going to change how I look. So, lets get it done.” There you have it -my most embarrassing/hilarious moment. The nurse laughed to and we got it completed.

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Assisted Living & Rehabilitation

After spending five days in ICU, and finding that I had Renal Failure (kidney’s had failed). I was placed on dialysis, possibly for the rest of my life. My mental attitude was not great. I was placed at Providence assisted living/Rehab facility. This facility was about 25 years old. The rooms held two persons and not very much room and not very private either. I was not wanting to socialize with other patients. Most were elderly with terminal aliments. I just knew this was to be my life for the rest of my days. Yes, I was very depressed.

My renal (kidney ) Doc., Dr. Gittimer was very positive my kidneys would return to function normally. This became my continual prayer to God minute by minute. Rehab was slow, as I had all my muscles to build up after such a long time of laying in bed. But slowly through the month of March, I got stronger muscular wise. The trips to dialysis were awful. It was cold, snowy and dark. The Renal center had approximately 30 dialysis machines that were busy from 6am to 11pm. Children, teenagers and adults used the facility. It is amazing to know this machine is such a life giver, but the process to me is plain scary. I saw horrible things from some dying to a persons blood flying to the ceiling. The personnel are so well trained, and very consoling and patient. Some people are on the machines for three hours, others four, I was on the machine for 4 hours. The chairs you sit in are very comfortable, vinyl covered, recliner type. You can bring blankets, lunch or snacks. Each chair has a small TV to watch.

This routine was going along through March, my 63rd birthday was March 28th. Tony and Sharon were planning a surprise birthday party for me. Well, I surprised everybody. I had not been feeling real great, so, about the 23rd of March things went down hill again. I was rushed back to the hospital with pneumonia on the 26th of March – no party for me.

Back to antibiotics, oxygen and not remembering much. Tony complained to the nurses that I was always so lethargic and they told him I was asking for pain medication continually. He asked who authorized the pain medication that often. Their reply was at the patients request. Tony got very upset and asked how I was able to decide this, when I didn’t even know who I was. After a big meeting with doctors and staff, I was not given any medication that Tony, or Sharon were not aware of. While fighting pneumonia, a marvelous God thing happened to me. My kidneys started to function, UNBELIEVABLE, I KNEW DOC GITTIMER WAS SURE THEY WOULD FUNCTION AGAIN, BUT I DON’T THINK I DID.

Amazing recovery! which I made in a few short days, and within a week I was moved to the main floor of rehab in the main hospital. Rehab started with a vengeance to get me out of that place and ready to prepare for life at home. Prayers of Thanks to God, our father, for his blessings upon me. I could see home in my future now.

Bonnie’s continuing story.

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Blood All Over The Bed

Anchorage, in 1962, was pretty frontierish, but beautiful. I fell in love with the city and surroundings. In a very short time, I found a bank teller job at the bank on Elmendorf Air Force Base. Loving the outdoors, we did camping, fishing and sight seeing. In 1963, I became pregnant with our first child. Pregnancy was easy for me. I felt good and continued to work, but in February my doctors visit confirmed that the baby was breech and not showing any signs of turning. I was put in the hospital for observation on March 10th, so I could be monitored. This was to see if I could have a child naturally, or by C-section. March 17th the baby decided he would meet this world feet first.

The decision to do a C-section was made quickly. We were very blessed with a perfect 7 lb. 3 oz. boy, Shannon Duane (had to be an Irish name of course). Back in those days C- section patients were kept in the hospital for a week. Well, being different, I acquired an infection in the incision and had to stay longer. Finally, the good Lord decided it was time for me to take my baby and go home. However, at 5:36 pm the Great Alaska Earthquake shook things up pretty badly. It was classified at 9.3 on the Richter scale. The 7 story hospital sustained a lot of damage, but not a patient, nor baby was injured. I was scared to death, afraid I would fall and break open my incision, I did fall several times, but was not injured.

Life settled into a busy family life of baby care and working to restore community. I went back to work in a month at the bank. Many wives returned to families in lower 48 (USA). I did not want to leave and found a retired nurse to take care of Shannon. In 1967, I went to work in the airline business as an airport ticket agent. In order to work at the airport, part of the uniform was 2 inch heels. My feet were always hurting, probably from concrete floors with very thin carpet on them.

I became pregnant again in 1970 with 2nd son, Chad Eric, another perfect little boy 7 lbs 8 oz. Since I had first child C-section, the doctor decided to do this pregnancy the same way. However, Chad was in the normal position for birth. Delivery by C-section went very well. As you can see the births were 7 years apart. Yes, I had gained weight. From age 23 to 30 I had gained probably 40 Lbs. When I was pregnant, both times, I was working and gained the normal weight, but after each pregnancy I could not lose that gain. I was always fighting to lose weight . (my height 5″ 2″) Tried all the fad diets. I would lose and gain.

In 1972, Gary and I separated. We were divorced in 1974. The break-up was very difficult for me, as far as mentally, felt I was a failure as wife/mother . I continued to work and take care of the boys, but the one thing that had been lacking in my life the previous 15 years was God. This continued into my single Mom life. Busy with two active boys, working and keeping a house, I took the easy way, or so I thought. I did not include God in it except for occasional prayers.

Except for my weight problem and swelling achie feet, I did not have any major health problems. Gary remained a big part of the boys lives. Our oldest son, Shannon, lived with his father from age 12 to adult. With both parents living in Anchorage it made it easy to be involved with their growing up.

In June of 1978, at a garage sale, I met my second husband, Tony. We were married in Las Vegas February 24, 1979. Tony was from Texas and worked at Prudhoe Bay, Alaska, his work shift would vary two weeks on two weeks off, or 30 days on, two weeks off. Life was still very hectic, and we decided I would work part time and see if, at age 39, we could have a baby. He did not have any children of his own. I became pregnant but miscarried twice, OB/GYN doctor advised at my age/weight (180) should not try again.

1984-1990 I was property manager for Boomfield Company. I managed 12 buildings meeting with the tenants and relaying their concerns to the owners. This was a lot of walking up and down stairs.

1990 I went back to work full time, Customer Service Teacher/Computer Trainer teaching classes of new employees for airport customer service. I worked in the airline industry 40 years. I was on my feet long hours including in the early years (60-70′s). In my late 30′s early 40′s I started having swelling in my feet/ankles. They became very painful. My OB/GYN Doctors blamed my weight and really checked no further. In 1990, at age 49 I was diagnosed with adult onset type 2 diabetes. I was able to control it with diet and pills, but my feet and ankles just kept getting worse. I could not walk easily. My weight and the fact I was on my feet all the time was blamed for my discomfort. while working, still in airline industry. In 2003 pain/swelling was to the point I could hardly walk. Diabetic doctor sent me twice to a pulmanologist who said my blood flow to feet was perfect, last time I saw him was August 2003. Diabetic doctor was very perplexed as to the problem and why the pain was increasing. Walking was very difficult. First part of October 2003, I woke one morning with blood all over the bed and a hole in bottom of my left foot.

Continuation of Bonnie’s story.

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North To Alaska

It is with great pleasure that I will be able to share Bonnie’s story with you over the next few weeks. bonnie will share her experiences with Charcot Foot, how it changed her life and how she dealt with this devastating disease. It isn’t enough that Bonnie has to deal with Charcot Foot, but life becomes very complicated because of it and also because of news she and her husband, Tony receives.

NORTH TO ALASKA

Before I start my story, I need to acknowledge several people who helped me tremendously to continue living and not become a recluse. My dear husband Tony, mentor/friend Sharon McKenzie, dear friend Bonnie Jackson ( met her after my first surgery) and my extended family and friends, without them I would not be here today. The reason I mention these friends is because my immediate family lived in the lower 48, however I am living proof of the power of prayer for that was their gift to me, plus hundreds of cards and calls. I was raised in a Christian home and felt I was a Christian although had not been a practicing Christian since moving to Alaska in 1962. During this illness I renewed my faith and believe it is God’s will that I am able to have a very normal life.

I was born and raised on a western Nebraska panhandle farm. Being raised on a farm you normally have a few bumps bruises etc. Well, I was fortunate, no broken bones, but falls from riding horses many times. No major illness or surgeries, just tonsils and appendix.

My teenage years were great (1950′s), I attended the same school from kindergarten through twelfth grade. Graduating in 1959. Good old Lyman, NE., a town of about seven hundred population. The school had about 300 pupils. My graduating class of 1959 was 16 students. You knew everyone. You were able to participate in so many school functions. There was a place for everyone in multiple activities church and school. I participated in band (playing the clarinet) in marching band (I was drum majorette), chorus, school plays, county government days. Outside of school church youth leadership, Jobs Daughters (part of Masons). In my spare time (ha ha) worked on the farm with family. Never thought of this as a special lifestyle, but oh how I do now.

After graduation, I worked in a nearby town of Morrill, NE. (pop 900), started as bookkeeper at a local Pontiac car sales, where my father always bought his new cars. A year later (1960) became a telephone receptionist at Chester B.Brown CO, now Kelley Bean CO. (a dry bean company) .

May 1961, married my high school sweetheart, Gary Foland, from Morrill. He was working in Denver, CO. at the time. We moved to Denver. In November of 1961, Gary joined the Air Force. I stayed in Denver working as a bank teller. In March of 1962, I followed Gary to Wichita Falls, Texas. In June of 1962, he was assigned to Elmendorf Air Force Base, Anchorage Alaska. I stayed in Morrill until Gary could find an apartment for us. By August of 1962, I had prepared a pickup truck (which Gary had purchased and built a camper for carrying our belongings). My brother Jerry (age 18) and I drove from Morrill, NE to Seattle, WA. (Oh, yes, my little Pug, TyeTye, was with us). Quite an experience for two farm kids. Believe me, God was with us all the way. Brother Jerry returned to Denver on his first airplane ride and I flew on my first plane ride from Seattle to Anchorage, with dog in tow.

Bonnie a personal friend will be sharing her story over the next several weeks.

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Charcot Foot Instability

This was the posting that was viewed by the most traffic. We hope these have helped everyone gain a better understanding of Charcot Foot a devistating bone deterition disease.

I was diagnosed with Charcot Foot after having diabetes for over 10 years. I had never heard of Charcot Foot (Charcot bone or Charcot joint, a bone deterioration disease). In researching, I found nothing, or very little information about the disease. As a teacher and quite social, I wanted to share this information with interested individuals and those who may have the disease. Our lawyer suggested we put together a foundation. Because I was in a wheel chair with an orbital fixator on my foot and leg after surgery, I had plenty of time to tell my story so that others could be diagnosed properly by qualified medical doctors in time to save their feet from amputation.

The Foundation’s first charge was to put together a tri-fold pamphlet. After handing out the pamphlets, we learned three million diabetics, most likely, have Charcot Foot and are not being diagnosed correctly. 23 other diseases cause Charcot Foot to get worse. The foundation, Charcot Awareness Education Foundation, received word July 9, 2009 that the nonprofit foundation was approved, back-dated to July 2008 as the beginning date. We are excited about the potential and the response to our efforts. We hope it will be a great educational resource for everyone interested in Charcot Foot and that those who have it can find help.

The Foundation is expanding by use of a web site, sharing information at gatherings for the ADA, health fairs and anywhere we can.

YOUR FEET ARE YOUR FOUNDATION