While the thought of losing my leg became a little more real, I was still okay with it. It felt as if nothing could dampen my joy of surviving. The surgery they performed was called a fasciotomy, in which the fascia, or connective tissue surrounding the muscles and nerves in the damaged area, was cut to relieve some pressure. A lot of tissue was also removed, so much that it left a permanent indentation in my leg, and the surgery left some scars on the left and right sides of that leg. But the surgery was successful.
