I've been back home in Australia since the start of March. I came out through Kochi which I think is in Kerala state.
Given the time since my last post then this will probably be my final communication on this forum.
Last week I re-entered the workforce where I was allowed to go about on my crutches and this week I've been leaving them in my car.
My weakness is at the left hip which I work on with time at the gym and in hydrotherapy and of course the physical activity of testing myself in the workplace, which I feel is most important.
My last measurement of height was 180cm, and that of course varies with the measurer or the measuring equipment or even the time of day: just as measurements of my 2013 beginning height varied from 165cm to 167cm. Thus it is my claim to fame to have added 15cm (6 inch) of stature as an adult. It's not a world record though it is extreme, unusual and out of the ordinary.
I again express my recommendation of Dr Suhas Shah, his wife Dr Monika Shah, the Ashwinii Hospital practice manager Ravi Nancy, the physiotherapist Brinelle Braganza, and the other good people at the place who preserved me over that season of my life in a small corner of India: a country that goes by various other names .. Bharat, Hindustan, and "the subcontinent". The good Dr can legitimately claim to have had a successful surgery and to have supervised the use of the PRECISE 2 for its full extent also successfully. It's over to me for the remaining part.
For those who would follow in my footsteps be aware that when you have made the decision for surgery a lot of research and consideration and action is required beforehand. The surgeon's fee was $USD15000 but there was also the cost and import application for the PRECISE 2 and there was 50000 Indian rupee for aftercare at the hospital. I was going back for fortnightly xrays that were INR2000-3000 and the physiotherapist would visit each time for INR1000. Visas, accommodation, travel insurance, food, taxis, tourism are all part of the budget.
My mind throws back to October of last year when I visited the Sitaladevi Temple across the street from the hospital where I would be admitted soon after and receive the surgery on the 14th. I look into the eye of the living cow as I did that day when I resolved to live as a vegetarian out of respect and with the Mark of Respect put between my eyes by one of the Hindu believers, which itself was a first for a man in the 45th year of being. This was when the mantra came to me that will be my last words to some of you.
A Good Patient Makes A Good Doctor